I tend to like the way poets form communities. Writing can be lonely after all. Modern life can be lonely. Poets do seem to be more social than fiction writers. This could be because of poetry's roots in the oral tradition - poetry is read aloud and even performed. I'm just speculating, of course. At any rate, because poets form these groups, they learn from one another. That is one of the best things about being a poet.

The fear that all this will end. The fear that it won't.

But here I hold your dream in my poem.

This is a strange book: visionary and dark. It stutters out a kind of music: repeated phrases which accumulate errors and mutate as they go like chromosomes or, as Woodward puts it better, 'visible fissile ribbons.' It's as if we were present for the moments of creation and extinction. Uncanny Valley is ominous and beautiful.

Thus drivers inching southward will see the phalanx of birds heading west as one spontaneous gesture.

The future is all around here.' It's a place, anyplace where we don't exist.

The crowd is made of little gods, and there is still no heaven.