It's patriarchal society that has freed me as a woman.

Every month, it is woman's fate to face the abyss of time and being, the abyss which is herself.

Heterosexual love,. is in sync with cosmic forces. Not everyone has the stomach for daily war with nature.

My advice to the reader approaching a poem is to make the mind still and blank. Let the poem speak. This charged quiet mimics the blank space ringing the printed poem, the nothing out of which something takes shape.

No one is born gay. The idea is ridiculous, but it is symptomatic of our overpoliticized climate that such assertions are given instant credence by gay activists and their media partisans. I think what gay men are remembering is that they were born different.

If feminism has receded in visibility and prestige, it is precisely because its vision of life's goals and rewards has become too narrow and elitist.

A society that forgets about art risks loslng its soul.