One of the things I've always thought is that if I were to write a poetics, it would have to do with the poetics of failure, and the way in which all the things that you claim or that you try for are already based on the limits of language.

I can't move my body slowly. I can't move the line slowly. So I end up with way too much, often opaque to me later.

I think those of us who use language are always trying for this, trying to keep everything from floating away by trying to write about it despite failure.

Gardens do offer a temporal tableau and certainly mean differently in different eras and indeed geographies (think of the formal gardens in France).

For me, failure has to be acknowledged, needs to be faced in some way.

Our mind is dark in some way, and so we use rhetoric as a kind of prop or foil.

If it's a drop of dew, it will dissolve.