"I sometimes think when I put that sheet of white paper in the typer ... you will soon be dead, we will all soon be dead. Now it may not be too bad being dead but while you're living it might be best to live from the source stuck inside of you, and if you're honest enough you might end up in the drunk-tank 15-20 times and lose a few jobs and a wife or 2 or maybe slug somebody in the streets and sleep on a park bench now and then; and if you come to the poem, you are not going to worry too much about writing like Keats, Swinburne, Shelley; or acting like Frost. you are not going to worry about spondees, counts, or if the endings rhyme. You want to get it down, hard or crude or otherwise - any way you can truly send it through."
