Creeley and Malanga

So I've been reading a lot of Robert Creeley, who as a young man tended to look like a crow turned into a human, really great stuff I'd never delved into all at one time before, though I knew scattered poems. Anyway, Creeley has some great stuff to say in this interview:

If one only wrote "good" poems, what a dreary world it would be. "Writing writing" is the point. It's a process, like they say, not a production line. I love the story of Neal Cassidy writing on the bus with Ken Kesey, simply tossing the pages out the window as he finished each one. "I wonder if it was any good," I can hear someone saying. Did you ever go swimming without a place you were necessarily swimming to—the dock, say, or the lighthouse, the moored boat, the drowning woman? Did you always swim well, enter the water cleanly, proceed with efficient strokes and a steady flutter kick? I wonder if this "good" poem business is finally some echo of trying to get mother to pay attention.

He evens handles a question about McKuen w/class. Gerald Malanga, who took the pic of Creeley I linked to above, was big at the Factory, acted in a couple of Warhol's movies, and has photos of a lot of great people, Zappa and Burroughs, Iggy Pop, Ginsberg, Jasper Johns, Zero Mostel, Warhol and Truman Capote doing his Harry Truman imitation, etc.