...In another time, What cannot be seen will define us, and we shall be prompted To say that language is error, and all things are wronged By representation. The self, we shall say, can never be Seen with a disguise, and never be seen without one.

A life is not sufficiently elevated for poetry, unless, of course, the life has been made into an art.

In a field I am the absence of field.That is always the case. Wherever I am, I am what is missing. When I walk I part the air and always the air moves in to fill the space where my body has been. We all have reasons for moving. I move to keep things whole.

Usually a life turned into a poem is misrepresented.

We all have reasons for moving. I move to keep things whole.

I am not concerned with truth, nor with conventional notions of what is beautiful.

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry.