I want you to hear a new version of Dueling Banjos. Anyone else is welcome.

There ain't nothin' to dyin', really. You just get tired. You kind of drift away.

A poet trains himself to stand out in a storm and be struck by lightning. If he is lucky enough to be struck six times, he becomes immortal. Randall Jarrell said it and he's right.

Detachment produces a peculiar state of mind. Maybe that's the worst sentence of all, to be deprived of feeling what a human being ought to be entitled to feel.

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.

I think Ginsberg has done more harm to the craft that I honor and live by than anybody else by reducing it to a kind of mean that enables the most dubious practitioners to claim they are poets because they think, If the kind of thing Ginsberg does is poetry, I can do that.

The women of the South have brought into American literature a unique mixture of domesticity and grotesquerie.