A song, you know, you've got a tempo. You know,you've got something that is moving swiftly. You can't stop it, you know? Andit's designed to move swiftly from, you know, mouth to mouth, heart to heart,where a poem really speaks to something that has no time and that is - it's acompletely different perception.

I am running through a snowfall which is her thighs, he dramatized in purple. Her thighs are filling up the street. Wide as a snowfall, heavy as huge falling Zeppelins, her damp thighs are settling on the sharp roofs and wooden balconies. Weather-vanes press the shape of roosters and sail-boats into the skin. The faces of famous statues are preserved like intaglios.

Some people are graced with a flow; some people are graced with something less than a flow. I'm one of those.

there's no forsaking what you love no existential leap as witnessed here in time and blood a thousand kisses deep

When things get really bad, just raise your glass and stamp your feet and do a little jig. That's about all you can do.

I don't have a television set up [in the mountains], of course, but I find I don't miss it at all, or the newspaper. I've sneaked a radio into by cabin, but I find I turn it on very rarely.

I've forgotten most of what I've read and, frankly, it never seemed very important to me or to the world.