A myth is the name of a terrible lie told by a smelly little brown person to a man in a white suit with a pair of binoculars.

I reserve the right to tell shaggy dog stories or even common jokes as part of what I'm doing. I don't give a damn if half the audience walks out.

I was very committed to the process of composing, working at poems, putting things together and taking them apart like some kind of experimental filmmaker.

I'm aware of my audience in a way, and I do try to engage with them while I'm trying to go about my business of thinking. I believe they help me by providing a focus.

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

A myth is the name of a terrible lie told by a smelly little brown person to a man in a white suit with a pair of binoculars.

I'm standing up thinking. Anybody who wants to listen is welcome. If not, I'm happy to see them go.