Poetry’s medium is the individual chest and throat and mouth of whoever undertakes to say the poem.

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.

There is much appeal for me in Eastern religion, the little I know of it. And something thorny in me finds American adaptations of Buddhism terribly self-indulgent, silly, gooey in the way the English call "wet."

To talk about the reality of life here and the work that you do here at the university.

Sometimes the ideas that mean the most to you will feel true long before you can quite formulate them or justify them.

For Aliki Barnstone, poetry seems a natural medium. The vision and cadences of these poems suggest a sensibility for which poetry is as inevitable as breathing or eating.

When I had no roof I made audacity my roof.