Making art in America is about saving one's soul.
The highest levels of consciousness are wordless.
Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them.
The stars know everything, So we try to read their minds. As distant as they are, We choose to whisper in their presence.
There’s no preparation for poetry.
I left parts of myself everywhere, The way absent-minded people leave Gloves and umbrellas Whose colors are sad from dispensing so much bad luck