No!
I have not forgotten the bazooka you decked with palm
fastened on the shoulder of a black man aimed at a
tank full of Aryans!
Nor have I forgotten the grenade, the fear and emer-
gency it spread throughout your brother's trench.
You are power, beautiful people!
. . . . . . .

Power is not to be dropped from a plane
A hat is power
The world is power
Being afraid is power
Standing on a streetcorner waiting for no one is power
The demon is not as powerful as walking across the
street
The angel is not as powerful as looking and then not
looking.

What a solitary dignitary! He's got the angelic power of
making autonomous poems, like god making brooks.

"With me automaticism is an entranced moment in which
the mind accelerates a constant hour of mind-foolery, mind-
genius, mind-madness . . .

"When Bird Parker or Miles Davis blow a standard piece
of music, they break off into other own-self little unstandard
sounds--well, that's my way with poetry-- X Y & Z, call it
automatic--I call it a standard flow (because at the offset

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