With the first step, the number of shapes the walk might take is infinite, but then the walk begins to define itself as it goes along, though freedom remains total with each step: any tempting side road can be turned into an impulse, or any wild patch of woods can be explored. The pattern of the walk is to come true, is to be recognized, discovered.

Everything is discursive opinion instead of direct experience.

It's not a love of poetry readings that attracts those who do come to them but theater.

Each poem in becoming generates the laws by which it is generated: extensions of the laws to other poems never completely take.

What destruction have I been blessed by?

Poetry leads us to the unstructured sources of our beings, to the unknown, and returns us to our rational, structured selves refreshed.

There's something to be said in favor of working in isolation in the real world.