I'm not sure what theory is, unless it's the pursuit of fundamental questions.

The ancient Greek "oral poets" all had this anxiety about the deficiencies of their memories and always began poems by praying to the muse to help them remember.

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

Stories are different every time you tell them - they allow so many possible narratives.

My way of thinking is very particular and concrete. It doesn't follow a continuous path.

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.

It's hard being a hostage in somebody else's mouth - or a character in somebody else's novel.