If you know what you are going to write when you're writing a poem, it's going to be average.

Who cares about a kid from the Midwest writing pentameter? It's stupid.

There's always more to see.

The sigh of History rises over ruins, not over landscapes, and in the Antilles there are few ruins to sigh over, apart from the ruins of sugar estates and abandoned forts.

Art is History's nostalgia, it prefers a thatched roof to a concrete factory, and the huge church above a bleached village.

Any serious attempt to try to do something worthwhile is ritualistic.

The thing that is believed is a reality.