A lot of poems seem, in some sense, to pull the outside world into the interior. They aren't perhaps emotion recollected in tranquillity but perception recollected in interiority.

Typography at its best is a visual form of language linking timelessness and time.

Russian literature, like colonial Canadian literature, comes with a lot of landscape backdrop.

Typography is the craft of endowing human language with a durable visual form.

Wings are a constraint that makes it possible to fly.

When you think intensely and beautifully, something happens. That something is called poetry. If you think that way and speak at the same time, poetry gets in your mouth. If people hear you, it gets in their ears. If you think that way and write at the same time, then poetry gets written. But poetry exists in any case. The question is only: are you going to take part, and if so, how?

Popularity isn't just something that happens. You have to give something in exchange for it, and that's the dangerous part of the process.