For me there is a poesis, a poetics, around the trope of the road that is embedded within many life experiences of the people I've been close to.

I think of my father born in this very small, limited situation and then coming out of that. Many people have this story.

There are energies that reside in each phone and phoneme. And we can release them.

The whole red state/blue state thing is very interesting. Watching that shift over the years.

Certainly the beat writers I've known who carried forward the original, you know, I'd say that came together in the 1940s and 50s. So I was inheriting in a way some of that ethos.

Various random experiments, cut-ups, fold-ins, juxtapositions, timed writings of other kinds, the "objects assignment" which involves dream, adventure, ancestry. Writing outside, writing on moving vehicles. Looking at paintings in the grand museums of the world in a proscribed way.Little strategies to keep the lalita - play or dance - going. Sometimes it's lonely you know, just you and your own imagination.

When I look at my life there are these streams, these things that have continuity from the fifties to now.