No One Here Likes A Wet Dog.

So Many Names, There Is Barely Room On The Walls Of The Heart.

Now I Would Say At Any Given Moment In American Life, There Are Probably 45 Poets In Airplanes Vectoring Across The Country Heading Towards...i Don't Know If Anyone's Reading It, But Poets Are Still Flying Around The Country Going From Lectern To Lectern.that Circuitry Has Become Very Well-established.

I Started Moving Away From Poets Like Wallace Stevens And Hart Crane And Started Reading Poets Like, Again, Karl Shapiro, Howard Nemerov, Philip Larkin, And The British Poets Who Were Imported Through That Important Anthology Put Together By Alvarez - And Those Would Include Thom Gunn And Ted Hughes. And I Think These Poets Gave Me Assurance That There Were Other Ways To Write Besides The Rather Involuted Style Of High Modernism Whose High Priests Were Pound, Eliot And Stevens, And Crane Perhaps.

But Tonight, The Lion Of Contentment Has Placed A Warm Heavy Paw On My Chest.

You Come By Your Style By Learning What To Leave Out. At First You Tend To Overwrite—embellishment Instead Of Insight. You Either Continue To Write Puerile Bilge, Or You Change. In The Process Of Simplifying Oneself, One Often Discovers The Thing Called Voice.