End with an image and don't explain.

Rhythm to me is essentially what Hopkins called the taste of self. I taste myself as rhythm.

The ear writes my poems, not the mind.

Writer's block is a natural affliction. Writers who have never experienced it have something wrong with them. It means there isn't enough friction-that they aren't making enough of an effort to reconcile the contradictions of life. All you get is sweet monotonous flow. Writer's block is nothing to commit suicide over. It simply indicates some imbalance between your experience and your art, and I think that's constructive.

Forward my mail to Mars.

A longing for the dance stirs in the buried life.

End with an image and don't explain.