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.

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.

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

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

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

Free verse is chained in sentence-to-sentence links and breaks free in line breaks.

I do not think a similar goal, to attain fame, drove me when I was a child and young woman.