I am suggesting that the radical of poetry lies not in the resolution of doubts but in their proliferation

I have taught the long poem off and on for years. The more book-length poems I read and studied and taught the more interested I was in the possibilities in writing a poetry that applied formal and substantive options of narrative and non-narrative, lyric and non-lyric. I found many pleasures in this kind of writing. The long poem is as old as the art form.

Poetry is a necessity of life.

Readers have to be sought out and won to the light of the page, poem by poem, one by one by one.

Uniformity, in its motives, its goals, its far-ranging consequences, is the natural enemy of poetry, not to mention the enemy of trees, the soil, the exemplary life therein.

The artistic reward for refuting the received national tradition is liberation. The price is homelessness. Interior exile.

Everyone in their car needs love.