With my own group I like to keep it loose. They have to counter rather than go with me. When they stop I like to be moving.

What I try with my own stuff is to work the poem to a slow climax through a series of quiet painful dissonances.

I have no interest in Kerouac whatsoever. I've done my stint for him. As far as I'm concerned, Kerouac is what Madison Avenue wants a rebel to be. That isn't m…

Late at night the horses stumble Around the camp and I awake. I lie on my elbow watching Your beautiful sleeping face Like a jewel in the moonlight. If you are…