The crows that are predatory are something you have to deal with. For me, they also become associated with cancer cells.

No one, evidently, except me has found "No Alarms" poem ironical that an obsessive theme in my writing was - and has continued to be - not being able to write.

It's why muse is so impatient with me. I don't ever go to her until after the teaching or whatever is over.

The poem is not a physical body. It's a textual body that has life only insofar as it can act symbolically. It cannot physically act.

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

Philosophy is a bad master for poetry; religion worse; and politics self-serving will never serve the Muse.

I was writing poems as I was walking. I was able to take that restlessness, that nomadic distraction, and use that distraction in the world and turn that distraction into observations and then into poems.