Bob Kaufman Quotes

Streets paved with opal sadness, Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy, And jazz.

I hope that when machines finally take over, they won't build men that break down, as soon as they're paid for.

Remember not to forget the dying colors of yesterday As you inhale tomorrow's hot dream, blown from frozen lips. Remember, you naked agent of every nothing.

Sometimes when the wind is blowing in my hair, I cry because its coolness is too beautiful

If you can't offend people in a free society, then the question you have to ask yourself is, "Just how free is it?

Let the voices of dead poets ring louder in your ears Than the screechings mouthed In mildewed editorials Listen to the music of centuries, Rising above the mushroom time.

I never understand other peoples' desires or hopes, until they coincide with my own, then we clash.

WORK IS NOT FUN! As the brilliant clinical psychologist Dr. Stan Martindale said, “Once they pay you for something you love doing, they kill it for you.

For every remembered dream. There are twenty nighttime lifetimes.

Digging among reddened lipstained cups, Of leftover sadness, Hopelessly hoping hopefully To find love Of a dead moon Or a poem.

My face is covered with maps of dead nations

I am not not an I, secret wick, I do nothing, light myself, burn.

(So much laughter, concealed by blood and faith; Life is a saxophone played by death.) Greedy to please, we learned to cry; Hungry to live, we learned to die. The heart is a sad musician, Forever playing the blues.

Spiraling in hollowed caves of skin-stretched me, totally doorless, Emptied of vital parts, previously evicted finally by landlord mind To make nerve-lined living space, needed desperately by my transient, sightless, sleepless, Soul.

In an emergency, I can rearrange your beautiful wreckage With broken giraffe demolitions and lovely colorless explosions.

I believe that fact had been haunting Danny for all these years. But now he could change all that. He could right a wrong and rewrite history, for in his film not only he but also the entire cast of Taxi would be at Andy’s funeral.

The Internet was made for Andy; if it had existed in the early ’80s, Andy would have had a camera in his house and recorded his every movement. He would have invented reality TV.

The Church is becoming alarmed by the number of people defecting to God.

i shall refuse to go to the moon, unless i'm inoculated, against the dangers of discriminate love.