Without needing to be theoretically instructed, consciousness quickly realizes that it is the site of variously contending discourses.

Poetry is always slightly mysterious, and you wonder what is your relationship to it.

Walk on air against your better judgement.

Anything Can Happen, on the other hand, is not only about the atrociousness of the September 11 attack, it is also a premonition of the deadly retaliation that was bound to come.

I might enjoy being an albatross, being able to glide for days and daydream for hundreds of miles along the thermals. And then being able to hang like an affliction round some people's necks.

I don't miss teaching. I'm learning to take my time for myself.

Yet there are times when a deeper need enters, when we want the poem to be not only pleasurably right but compellingly wise, not only a surprising variation played upon the world, but a re-tuning of the world itself.