I don't think that the world will ever become an unpoliced place, sadly. But I do feel that there is relative freedom on the margins.

Twitter is not art. But it inspires me in the way that art used to inspire me.

The moment we shake our addiction to narrative and give up our strong-headed intent that language must say something "meaningful," we open ourselves up to different types of linguistic experience, which could include sorting and structuring words in unconventional ways: by constraint, by sound, by the way words look, and so forth, rather than always feeling the need to coerce them toward meaning.

I've been trolled lots. But I understand trolls for what they are and I don't let them get to me. They take my bait, so I'm in charge of the discourse.

Everyone complains that we can no longer intake huge chunks of text. I find that a reason to celebrate. It's something that has deep roots in modernism, stretching from the Futurists' use of typography to Pound's use of ideograms to concrete poetry.

Poets think in short lines. Unless you're Samuel Beckett, Twitter might be more difficult for novelists.

Language is material to shape and mold, not only a transparent or invisible medium for communication, business contracts, or telling stories.