gardening is a madness, a folly that does not go away with age. Quite the contrary.

Does one come to enjoy even the hardships that help make one the person one is? Or is it that the past becomes a legend to be remembered with laughter?

Though friendship is not quick to burn it is explosive stuff.

over and over again I am struck by the wordiness of modern poetry, as if language had replaced experience and must be more and more extreme, intricate and in a way divorced from life itself. It seems as if what we all need is a great purification - but how will that come about?

The body is a universe in itself and must be held as sacred as anything in creation....It is dangerous to forget the body as sacramental.

Try making a poem as if it were a table, clear and solid, standing there outside you.

I feel often very close to the ecstasy and anguish which lie at the very heart of poetry - I am writing a lot.