I intended to write here that Music for 18 Musicians makes me feel like I must micturate, but I fear that would give the wrong impression. I feel like like I must micturate.

'These are days when no one should rely unduly on his "competence." Strength lies in improvisation. All the decisive blows are struck left-handed.'

'Quotations in my work are like wayside robbers who leap out, armed, and relieve the idle stroller of his conviction.'

'First principle of wooing: to make oneself sevenfold; to place oneself sevenfold about the woman who is desired.'

'To be happy is to be able to become aware of oneself without fright.'

'My feelings about you are now those of anger and indignation; and they enable me to tell you a lot of things straight from the shoulder, without my usual tongue tied round-aboutness.

You might as well take all your own literature and everyone else's and toss it into one of those big garbage trucks of the Sanitation Department, so long as the people with the top-cream minds and the "finer" sensibilities use those minds and sensibilities not to make themselves more humane human beings than the average person, but merely as a means of ducking responsibility toward a better understanding of their fellow men, except theoretically - which doesn't mean a God damned thing.'

Love is no comforter, rather a nail in the skull

Bellona Times on Louis Zukofsky, or more appropriately, on Zukofsky criticism particularly in relation to 80 Flowers.

See! Am on a stoop!