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something has come out of nothing."

If it wasn't for your eyes, you wouldn't see me.

also had an immense collection of valuable general poetry. In fact if a thief should have broken in there the only things of real value were the books

Bodhidharma come from the West?" (Bodhidharma was the Indian who brought Buddhism eastward to China.)

Anyway I followed the whole gang of howling poets to the reading at Gallery Six that night, which was, among other important things, the night of the birth of the San Francisco Poetry Renaissance. Everyone was there. It was a mad night. And I was the one who got things jumping by going around col- lecting dimes and quarters from the rather stiff audience standing around

wore mountain-climbing boots, expensive ones, his pride and joy, Italian make, in which he clomped around ove

"Smith you don't realize it's a privilege to practice giving presents to others."

"I'm a dumb Westerner… look what preconceptions have done to England."

I was ornamenting this world with my sincerity

Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark, singing, swigging wine, spitting, jumping, running-that's the way to live