I met him in 1970, and already he was pretty much universally recognized as the best poet of his generation.
You’re growing up. And rain sort of remains on the branches of a tree that will someday rule the Earth. And it’s good that there is rain. It clears the month of your sorry rainbow expressions, and it clears the streets of the silent armies… so we can dance.
Do not see that piece of shit movie (Okay, I haven not seen it, but it looks like a piece of shit). Go to a bookstore and buy The Basketball Diaries or the album Catholic Boy. I have bought that book four or five times because it is never returned once it has been lent.