He Who Cannot Howl Will Not Find

The Poem I Want To Write Is Impossible. A Stone That Floats.

To Submit To Chance Is To Reveal The Self And Its Obsessions.

Poems Are Other People's Snapshots In Which We See Our Own Lives.

A Poem Is An Invitation To A Voyage. As In Life, We Travel To See Fresh Sights.

I Left Parts Of Myself Everywhere, The Way Absent-minded People Leave Gloves And Umbrellas Whose Colors Are Sad From Dispensing So Much Bad Luck