The Phenomenon Of University Creative Writing Programs

Perhaps First And Foremost Is The Challenge Of Taking What I Find As A Reader And Making It Into A Poem That, Primarily, Has To Be A Plausible Poem In English.

The Pull Between Sound And Syntax Creates A Kind Of Musical Tension In The Language That Interests Me.

Poetry Seems To Have Been Eliminated As A Literary Genre, And Installed Instead, As A Kind Of Spiritual Aerobic Exercise - Nobody Need Read It, But Anybody Can Do It.

I Lived In The Studio Apartment That I Bought For Four Years Before I Bought It In 1989, So I Was Already In It. I Began Living There In 1985, So I've Had The Same Address And Phone Number Since Then.

Did You Love Well What Very Soon You Left? Come Home And Take Me In Your Arms And Take Away This Stomach Ache, Headache, Heartache. Never So Full, I Never Was Bereft So Utterly. The Winter Evenings Drift Dark To The Window. Not One Work Will Make You, Where You Are, Turn In Your Day, Or Wake From Your Night Toward Me. The Only Gift I Got To Keep Or Give Is What I've Cried, Floodgates Let Down To Mourning For The Dead Chances, For The End Of Being Young, For Everyone I Loved Who Really Died. I Drank Our One Year Out In Brine Instead Of Honey From The Seasons Of Your Tongue.