Beatiest of beats let me address you br as you America. Let me bless you br charleychaplin poet that you are br like Ferlinghetti spreadeagled in air br like Sandberg in Chicago like Burroughs AWOL br as you build up your argument to howl br at the barriers and choices in all existence br your words' steam engines go the distance br freshness and fury and spirit all churned br together till somehow they have learned br to answer back as good as you get. br No one has shouted down America yet br and made America listen and pause. br You move inexorably clause by clause br explain to America where to get off br with a smile and a laff and a wave and a cough br as you smell the world 's most exciting flower. br I'd rather think of you in Morden Tower.