So the problem for the poetic artist or the photographer is the common problem of continuous attentiveness, continuous attempts to notice what he is noticing, continuous alertness to catch himself thinking or seeing, devotional attentiveness to the world he's moving through.

Ultimately Warhol's private moral reference was to the supreme kitsch of the Catholic church.

I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel absurd.

An unnoticed corner of the world suddenly becomes noticed, and when you notice something clearly and see it vividly, it becomes sacred. (On Robert Frank's photography)

When it snows in your nose, you catch cold in your brain.

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

We are all exposed to the flash bulb of death.