As Popa penetrates deeper into his life, with book after book, it begins to look like a Universe passing through a Universe. It is one of the most exciting things in modern poetry, to watch this journey being made.

Fishing provides that connection with the whole living world. It gives you the opportunity of being totally immersed, turning back into yourself in a good way. A form of meditation, some form of communion with levels of yourself that are deeper than the ordinary self.

He was his own leftover, the spat-out scrag. He was what his brain could make nothing of.

Prose, narratives, etcetera, can carry healing. Poetry does it more intensely.

Nobody wanted your dance, Nobody wanted your strange glitter, your floundering Drowning life and your effort to save yourself, Treading water, dancing the dark turmoil, Looking for something to give.

It took the whole of Creation to produce my foot, my each feather: now I hold Creation in my foot.

The progress of any writer is marked by those moments when he manages to outwit his own inner police system.