My poems are more my silence than my speech. Just as music is a kind of quiet. Sounds are needed only to unveil the various layers of silence.

There are things better left untouched by words.

I don’t write poetry when I wish, I write when I can’t, when my larynx is flooded and my throat is shut.

Poetry is a presentiment of the truth.

I am that which lies beyond time. Like a melody, which sounds completely only after the last note is played.

The way a source strains toward the light, toward the air. Its laboring work, its effort, its black passageways like despair. That’s the way a poet looks for words. With muscles, gestures.

Letters of the condemned. Last words scratched on a cell’s wall. To write like that.