Whatever you have to say, leave The roots on, let them Dangle And the dirt Just to make clear Where they come from.

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

All that matters is that the thing be the thing of the thing.

The poem, for me, is simply the first sound realized in the modality of being.

You can do anything, really. And that, l think, is one of the exciting possibilities of the present, l swear, is the possibility that the goddamn thing can be modaled throughout.

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

Knowledge is the harvest of attention