My body was braille for the creeping influences.
I rhyme… to see myself, to set the darkness echoing.
In fact, in lyric poetry, truthfulness becomes recognizable as a ring of truth within the medium itself.
The main thing is to write for the joy of it. Cultivate a work-lust that imagines its haven like your hands at night dreaming the sun in the sunspot of a breast. You are fasted now, light-headed, dangerous. Take off from here.
I drink to keep body and soul apart.
When I was teaching, I gave a lot of my mind and anxiety to it. There was always something clenched and anxious in me until the classes were over.