Things can harden meaningfully in the moment of indecision

To the poet as a basement quilt, but perhaps To some reader a latticework of regrets.

Somewhere someone is traveling furiously toward you, At incredible speed, traveling day and night.

I listen to music a great deal. In a way, it's trying to express things that can't be expressed in words. That's something that interests me, too. Even though I use words to express myself, I am trying to, it seems to me, get beyond that.

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

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.

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.