Every modern male has, lying at the bottom of his psyche, a large, primitive being covered with hair down to his feet. Making contact with this Wild Man is the step the Eighties male or the Nineties male has yet to take. That bucketing-out process has yet to begin in our contemporary culture.

I knew this friendship with myself couldn’t last forever.

You say to yourself, Well, this poem isn't going to be any good, but I'll write it anyway.

What you feel in Japanese poetry is always entirely longing.

If we call the young ones, say 10 to 30 years old, 'siblings,' we can see they tend to be naturally ecological. They regard whales and owls as siblings too. That's a great advance.

Poetry keeps longing alive.

There are very few adults in our culture able to imagine any genuine life coming from the vertical plane - tradition, religion, or devotion.