The dripping blood our only drink, The bloody flesh our only food: In spite of which we like to think That we are sound, substantial flesh and blood Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good.

If you do not push the boundaries, you will never know where they are.

The old should be explorers, be curious, risk transgression, explore oldness itself.

Good poets borrow, great poets steal

We learn what poetry is - if we ever learn - by reading it.

Every experience is a paradox in that it means to be absolute, and yet is relative; in that it somehow always goes beyond itself and yet never escapes itself.

Art never improves, but... the material of art is never quite the same.