Note, the reply will not be "I write," an act that I have, after all, been performing since I was nine.

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.

Some Asian American male scholars have claimed this muse to be Guong Goong, God of Literature, and, simultaneously, although not coincidentally or triflingly, God of War, but I did not have such a gendered muse in mind then.

Signs of a maddening system of writing and counting that calibrates the values of something the poet does not yet know. Praxis is therefore poetics.

Heterosexuality - whichever gender you are - says that the other gender is very important to you.

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.

[My muse] she's impatient with me, because I don't do what I should do: sit down and write.