I don't know where to place my body. Everyone notices that about me. I'm very restless.

"Stop Already" is a fairly new poem in a group that was just published by Feminist Studies, which is why I sent them to you.

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!

Sometimes the taproot and the vines are far apart. Like English and the Asian poem.

In publishing books and winning awards, it's like you've enjoyed this meal, you know, two months ago. How long can you be nourished by thinking about it? You've already ingested it, and you've excreted it, and that was two months ago. You had this fabulous meal. It's not going to keep you satiated today. You have to go out and get your next meal. For me, that's writing. I have to go out and hunt my next meal.

Poetry has roots, but they are sometimes cut off and still poetry is written.

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.