History is where tensions were.

I think there was a revolution in poetry, associated chiefly with Eliot and Pound; but maybe it is of the nature of revolutions or of the nature of history that their innovations should later come to look trivial or indistinguishable from technical tricks.

Nothing in the universe can travel at the speed of light, they say, forgetful of the shadow's speed.

Shakespeare tells the same stories over and over in so many guises that it takes a long time before you notice.

I have a plot, but not much happens.

Language is remarkable, except under the extreme constraints of mathematics and logic, it never can talk only about what it's supposed to talk about but is always spreading around.

I sometimes talk about the making of a poem within the poem.