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

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

What a view, i said again. The river was blank and mindless with beauty. It was the most glorious thing I have ever seen. But it was not seeing, really. For once it was not just seeing. It was beholding. I beheld the river in its icy pit of brightness, in its far-below sound and indifference, in its large coil and tiny points and flashes of the moon, in its long sinuous form, in its uncomprehending consequence.

To have guilt you've got to earn guilt, but sometimes when you earn it, you don't feel the guilt you ought to have. And that's what The Firebombing is about.

I need about one hundred fifty drafts of a poem to get it right, and fifty more to make it sound spontaneous.

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

It takes an awful lot of time for me to write anything. I have endless drafts, one after another; and I try out 50, 75, or a hundred variations on a single line sometimes. I work on the process of refining low-grade ore. I get maybe a couple of nu ggets of gold out of 50 tons of dirt. It is tough for me. No, I am not inspired.