I do feel that now and I feel that this development of recording poems, of speaking poems at readings, of having records of poets, I think this is a wonderful thing. I'm very excited by it. In a sense, there's a return, isn't there, to the old role of the poet, which was to speak to a group of people, to come across.

If only I knew what I wanted I could try to see about getting it.

Is to throw together events from my own life, fictionalizing to add color—it’s a pot boiler really, but I think it will show how isolated a person feels when he is suffering a breakdown . . . I’ve tried to picture my world and the people in it as seen through the distorting lens of a bell jar.

What is so real as the cry of a child? A rabbit's cry may be wilder But it has no soul.

If you dissect a bird / to diagram the tongue, / you'll cut the chord / articulating song.

I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets.

Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen.