I would talk in iambic pentameter if it were easier.

I have a plot, but not much happens.

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

A lot happens by accident in poetry.

Both poet and painter want to reach the silence behind the language, the silence within the language. Both painter and poet want their work to shine not only in daylight but (by whatever illusionist magic) from within.

History is where tensions were.

Short stories amount for the most part to parlour tricks, party favours with built-in snappers, gadgets for including recognition and reversals