Autobiography is a genre notorious for falsehood.
When I had no roof I made audacity my roof.
Deciding to remember, and what to remember, is how we decide who we are.
I have always been thinking about the sounds and shades and aromas of words - fitting them together or disrupting their customary march - more or less every second of my life, waking and sleeping.
The heart grows brutal feeding on fantasies.
The medium of poetry is a human body: the column of air inside the chest, shaped into signifying sounds in the larynx and the mouth. In this sense, poetry is just as physical or bodily an art as dancing.