A poem is a finished work of the mind, it is not the work of a finished mind.

The industrial world destroys nature not because it doesn’t love it but because it is not afraid of it.

I like to read because it kills me.

The words secret and sacred are siblings.

I remember I was a child, and when I grew up I was a poet. It all happened at sixty miles an hour and on days when the clock stopped and all of humanity fit into a little chapel, into a pinecone, a shot of ouzo, a snail's shell, a piece of soggy rye on the pavement.

When I first encountered the poems of Jon Woodward, I was stunned into the state that is my life's joy-I was in the presence of the inimitable. Uncanny Valley extends that experience-almost into another dimension. These apocalyptic, pixilated poems forge a mythology of our ravaged culture, one that might have been written in the future. If you want poetry to give you a persimmon on a plate, look elsewhere; if you want to know what happens when seven trees fall on the highway and the story is told by a stutterer, this is the book, and it could only have been written by Woodward.

Every creative act is an act of hypocrisy and violence. You may have to think about it for a while, but I am sure you can discover your own.