"It's instantly as immaculate or as impeccable as the existence of something new and boom, boom, wang, doong, zip, toodle, deedo, etc., etc. Could you give me a light. I ain't got no light. I have to answer that you don't help people. You don't help poor people in your poems. I'm afraid of teasing you, but don't worry. I been trying to help people all my life — that's been the trouble. My sense of responsibility. Otherwise I'm a free man, that's a big eighteenth-century problem. I'm absolutely trying to climb up both walls at once. That beautiful Blake who is like four feathers of a raven caught down in a chasm of which we're just later birds, but like, oh, he's like a frozen four-winged raven, shrieking for the light — not frozen, but ahead of us. Like a box kite. We're all moving, movie, moving, move. Isn't it nice?" ^θ