Were all moving, moving, moving. Isnt it nice?
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.
This morning of the small snow I count the blessings, the leak in the faucet which makes of the sink time, the drop of the water on water.
The poem, for me, is simply the first sound realized in the modality of being.
I hope you're representing the devil's advocate.
I was playing catch with the European audience.