Art is born of humiliation.
But if a stranger in the train asks me my occupation, I never answer "writer" for fear that he may go on to ask me what I write, and to answer "poetry" would embarrass us both, for we both know that nobody can earn a living simply by writing poetry.
Our claim to our own bodies and our world is our catastrophe.
Adjectives are the potbelly of poetry.
There's always another story. There's more than meets the eye.
Time will say nothing but I told you so.