Brimming. That's what it is, I want to get to a place where my sentences enact brimming.
In writing poetry, all of one's attention is focused on some inner voice.
I don't mind suffering as long as it's really about something. I don't mind great luck, if it's about something. If it's the hollow stuff, then there's no gift, one way or the other.
Memory is sweet. Even when itโs painful, memory is sweet.
While all bodies share the same fate, all voices do not.
People who read poetry have heard about the burning bush, but when you write poetry, you sit inside the burning bush.