So much destruction in modern war takes place miles and miles away from the source of the destruction, the human being who has caused it.

If you write well, you don't have to dress funny.

To say that its wrong to feel this way is not the point; you do feel it. All you see is a flash of fire and, depending on your altitude, you don't even see that sometimes.

Poetry is a hazardous occupation, very hazardous. There may be bad things in there inside you that maybe you can't handle.

The New York Quarterly is an amazing, intelligent, crazy, creative, strange, and indispensable magazine.

I do think the author ought to be able to give a good reason for the way things are in his poem. Not a bad question to ask oneself.

Yet technique matters, even so. God uses it, for a buffalo is not a leopard.