I want, I want, I want! We never grow out of it somehow. Unless we become Buddhists, maybe.

Rather, the collapsing between act and condition, "I am" with "I do," feels like authenticity, an authenticity of being. The muse rewarded me for a few months, after April of 2012, by giving me poems, almost a poem each day, that I can claim as coming from my writer's status.

Singing has nothing to do with poetry, except as twins separated at birth.

If you've been in a symbolic struggle long enough, even when the struggle is over, you don't know it's over.

[Cancer] didn't make me more intense about not working more and just having fun more. It didn't do that either. 

This condition [irony] has nothing to do with writer's block, a psychological syndrome, which is one of the few I have not diagnosed for myself!

The problem of the female body is not something that I've studied, but my memoir does treat that theme.