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Village Voice March 25, 1965
Q: Bob, what about the situation of American poets. Kenneth Rexroth has estimated that since 1900 about 30 American poets have committed suicide.
A: 30 poets! What about American housewives, mailmen, street cleaners, miners? Jesus Christ, what’s so special about 30 people that are called poets? I’ve known some very good people that have committed suicide. One didn’t do nothing but work in a gas station all his life. Nobody referred to him as a poet, but if you’re gonna call people like Robert Frost a poet, then I got to say this gas station boy was a poet, too.
Q: Bob, we understand you’re writing a book.
A: Yeah, it’s a funny book. I think it’s coming out by Spring.
Q: What’s it about?
A: Angels.
Q: …don’t you have any important philosophy for the world?
A: I don’t drink hard liquor, if that’s what you mean.
Q: No. The world in general. You and the world?
A: Are you kidding? The world don’t need me. Christ, I’m only five feet ten. The world could get along fine without me. Don’tcha know, everybody dies. It doesn’t matter how important you think you are. Look at Shakespeare, Napoleon. Edgar Allan Poe, for that matter. They’re all dead right?