This creature of the poem may assemble itself into a being with its own centrifugal force.

Once you lose someone it is never exactly the same person who comes back.

So I did quit coffee and I did quit smoking. But I haven't managed that with drinking!

Maybe we can use a metaphor for it, out of dance. I think for many years I was aware of the need, in dance and in life, to breathe deeply and to take in more air than we usually take in.

It might be a bad thing, not to know what's going on in the world. I can't say I really approve of it.

This creature of the poem may assemble itself into a being with its own centrifugal force.

Writing or making anything-a poem, a bird feeder, a chocolate cake-has self-respect in it. You're working. You're trying. You're not lying down on the ground, having given up.