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

I don't live for poetry. I live far more than anybody else does.

There are no hierarchies, no infinite, no such many as mass, there are only/ eyes in all heads,/ to be looked out of.

I'm trying to climb up both walls at once.

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

An American is a complex of occasions, themselves a geometry of spatial nature.

I'm one of the cliches that has grown up.