Poetics is a science for stammering poets.

In that way, I don't understand myself. It might have to do with my own conflicts, where to place my body as a child, which I have carried over to now. In this way I'm constantly dislocated.

When people say "the body," frequently they mean the literal body, the physical body.

Even today, I'm much more comfortable dressed in a male kind of way.

In the same way, the people whom I most abhor, I abhor them for elements that I abhor in myself.

I was driven, as have been many writers, both by a repulsion of the childhood home's narrow confines and a desire to reach further, to keep desiring more of a future not yet imagined and not yet written down.

John Milton famously claimed, "Fame is the spur" for the poet, and indeed when we consider the six years he spent writing Paradise Lost, and the additional years revising it, from 1664 to 1674, we may allow that spur.