It feels a long way up and down from zero.
It is clear that we do not exactly choose our poems; our poems choose us.
We are able to laugh when we achieve detachment, if only for a moment.
Revision is not going back and fussing around, but going forward into the process of creation
For to be desperate is to discover strength. / We die of comfort and by conflict live.
Nobody stays special when they're old, Anna. That's what we have to learn.