It Makes Me Furious To Hear Haters

I See A Resurgence Of Interest In Poetry. I Am Less Optimistic About The Prospects For The Arts When It Comes To Federal Funding.

My Best Times Are Midnight To Six Actually. I'll Leaf Through My Notebooks And If Something Catches My Eye And I Feel Like I Want To Transfer It From The Notebook To The Page, I Do, And Then Comes This Very Strange Process Which Is Difficult To Describe In That I'll Write Until I Get Stuck Or I Can't Go Any Further Or I'm Boring Myself Or Whatever And Then I Might Go To Another Poem.

If We’re Going To Solve The Problems Of The World, We Have To Learn How To Talk To One Another. Poetry Is The Language At Its Essence. It’s The Bones And The Skeleton Of The Language. It Teaches You, If Nothing Else, How To Choose Your Words.

Have You Ever Heard A Good Joke? If You've Ever Heard Someone Just Right, With The Right Pacing, Then You're Already On The Way To Poetry. It's About Using Words In Very Precise Ways And Using Gesture.

My Childhood Library Was Small Enough Not To Be Intimidating. And Yet I Felt The Whole World Was Contained In Those Two Rooms. I Could Walk Any Aisle And Smell Wisdom.