The Painter Saw What Was, An Alternate

I Admired What My Students Were Writing, But I Think Their Improvement Doesn't Directly Result From Me But From Being In A Class, Being With Each Other.

Ginsberg's Collected Poems Contains A Wonderful Poem About Making It With Neal Cassady.

I Had Assumed That I Would Age With All My Friends Growing Old Around Me, Dying Off Very Gradually One By One. And Here Was A Plague That Cut Them Off So Early.

I Work Best In Rhyme And Meter. I Was Most Confident Of Myself In That Way.

I Notice That Students, Particularly For Gay Students, It's Too Easy To Write About My Last Trick Or Something. It's Not Very Interesting To The Reader.