I must stress here the point that I appreciate clarity, order, meaning, structure, rationality: they are necessary to whatever provisional stability we have, and they can be the agents of gradual and successful change.

Is it not careless to become too local when there are four hundred billion stars in our galaxy alone.

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

I take the walk to be the externalization of an interior seeking so that the analogy is first of all between the external and the internal.

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

Definition, rationality, and structure are ways of seeing, but they become prisons when they blank out other ways of seeing.

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