Most reckless things are beautiful in some way, and recklessness is what makes experimental art beautiful, just as religions are beautiful because of the strong possibilities that they are founded on nothing.

How many people came and stayed a certain time, Uttered light or dark speech that became part of you Like light behind windblown fog and sand Filtered and influenced by it, until no part Remains that is surely you.

I always thought that writing poetry was in itself a political act.

Part of the strength of Pollock and Rothko's art, in fact, is this doubt as to whether art may be there at all.

Once you've lived in France, you don't want to live anywhere else, including France.

I'm heading for a clean-named place like Wisconsin, and mad as a jack-o'-lantern, will get there without help and nosy proclivities.

The gray glaze of the past attacks all know-how...