O.K. I'm running out of appetite. Let this swirl- a bit like Crab Nebula- do for now.

The heroes of the present will retreat to the imitation they are anyhow.

A poem is energy transferred from where the poet got it (he will have some several causations), by way of the poem itself to, all the way over to, the reader.

Knowledge is the harvest of attention

I defer to all these other American poets who, for some reason, I both envy and admire.

I take space to be the central fact to man born in America. I spell it large because it comes large here. Large and without mercy.

We all want what's been suddenly disallowed.