I have fallen in love with American names, the sharp, gaunt names that never get fat.

Most of the time I'm not really attracted to writing that's focused on filling and fighting it out within a well-defined container. I like work that gets out in the world and lets the world shape the poem.

Truth is a hard deer to hunt. If you eat too much truth at once, you might die of the truth.

The art finds kingdoms in a foot of ground.

When my own writing needs a perk, I open Zukofsky and read from "A" - particularly sections "22" and "23." It can be opaque, but I love the intensity.

I had lost something in my youth and made money instead.

When Daniel Boone goes by at night The phantom deer arise And all lost, wild America Is burning in their eyes.