Poetry - poiesis means a thing made.

Those nights lying alone are not discontinuous with this cold hectic dawn. It is who I am.

M: Is he smart I: She yes very smart sees right through me M: In my day we valued blindness rather more

Under the seams runs the pain.

I do think I have an ability to record sensual and emotional facts and factoids, to construct a convincing surface of what life feels like, both physical life and emotional life.

Simply do something else and return to it later to find the problem wasn't a problem at all. Ruptures almost always lead to a stronger project.

The Greek language seems different than other languages. I'm not the only person to think this. Usually, I come up with some kind of dopey metaphor for why it's different. But it seems, somehow, more original, more like being in the morning of language.