How Weightless/ Words Are When Nothing Will

My Mother Carried On And Supported Us; Her Ambition Had Been To Write Poetry And Songs.

Some Things You Know All Your Life. They Are So Simple And True They Must Be Said Without Elegance, Meter And Rhyme...they Must Be Naked And Alone, They Must Stand For Themselves.

I Believed Even Then That If I Could Transform My Experience Into Poetry I Would Give It The Value And Dignity It Did Not Begin To Possess On Its Own. I Thought Too That If I Could Write About It I Could Come To Understand It; I Believed That If I Could Understand My Life—or At Least The Part My Work Played In It—i Could Embrace It With Some Degree Of Joy, An Element Conspicuously Missing From My Life.

I Listen To Jazz About Three Hours A Day. I Love Louis Armstrong.

I Started Listening To Music When I Wrote When I Had Three Sons At Home.