There is an ecstatic mechanism in birds that makes them fly upwards in spite of worms.

Almost every truly creative being alienated & expatriated in his own country

Poets, come out of your closets, Open your windows, open your doors, You have been holed up too long in your closed worlds... Poetry should transport the public/to higher places/than other wheels can carry it.

Poetry is a naked woman, a naked man, and the distance between them.

If you would be a poet, write living newspapers. Be a reporter from outer space, filing dispatches to some supreme managing editor who believes in full disclosure and has a low tolerance for bullshit.

I'm reading a book about Romaine Brooks, a wonderful painter from early in the last century.

The state of the world calls out for poetry to save it.