Once every five hundred years or so, a summary statement about poetry comes along that we can't imagine ourselves living without

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.

The walk liberating, I was released from forms, from the perpendiculars, straight lines, blocks, boxes, binds of thought into the hues, shadings, rises, flowing bends and blends of sight.

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

Once every five hundred years or so, a summary statement about poetry comes along that we can't imagine ourselves living without

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.