I drink to keep body and soul apart.
The end of art is peace.
Even if the last move did not succeed, the inner command says move again.
The most exhilarating for the writer and the reader, are gift-things-poems which arrive on their own energy, poems that in William Shakespeare's term "slip" from you.
My body was braille for the creeping influences.
My teaching was animated by what I was reading and being excited by as a poet.