And strangely enoughthe only emotion I ever feel, is what the beaver must feel, as he bears each stick to his hidden construction, which creates the tranquil pond and gives the mallards somewhere to paddle, and the pair of swans a place to conceal their young

life is a loaded gun that looks right at you with a yellow eye.

I was able to read poets that were - allowed me to be humorous without being silly.

I see the progress typical in some of my poems as starting with something simple and moving into something more demanding. This is certainly the pattern of weird poetry.

One of these days I'm-a make me a book out of you.

Form is any aspect of a poem that encourages it to stay whole and not drift off into chaos.

More often than not in poetry I find difficulty to be gratuitous and show-offy and camouflaging, experimental to a kind of insane degree - a difficulty which really ignores the possibility of having a sensible reader.