I learned enough Hebrew to stagger through a meaningless ceremony that I scarcely remember.

My rejection of the idea of entertainment in its current form is based on the audience that comes with it.

For several centuries what has passed for song in literary circles was any text that looked like the lyrics for a commonplace melodic setting.

I hardly remember how I started to write poetry. It's hard to imagine what I thought poetry could do.

The Sophists' paradoxical talk pieces and their public debates were entertainment in 5th century Greece. And in that world, Socrates was an entertainer.

You pay your money, you take your choice. I get the audience my language attracts and I lose the ones it repels.

The self is an oral society in which the present is constantly running a dialogue with the past and the future inside of one skin.