You have your identity when you find out, not what you can keep your mind ON, but what you can't keep your mind OFF.

Probably all the attention to poetry results in some value, though the attention is more often directed to lesser than to greater values

Things go away to return, brightened for the passage

Where but in the very asshole of comedown is redemption: as where but brought low, where but in the grief of failure, loss, error do we discern the savage afflictions that turn us around: where but in the arrangements love crawls us through

One can't have it both ways and both ways is the only way I want it.

A poem generated by its own laws may be unrealized and bad in terms of so-called objective principles of taste, judgement, deduction.

Everything is discursive opinion instead of direct experience.