I started listening to music when I wrote when I had three sons at home.
I'm seventy-one now, so it's hard to imagine a dramatic change.
How weightless/ words are when nothing will do.
For sure I once thought of myself as the poet who would save the ordinary from oblivion.
My temperament is not geared to that of a novelist.
I say, Father, the years have brought me here, still your son, they have brought me to a life I cannot understand.