We Simply Have Not Kept In Touch

Form Is A Straitjacket In The Way That A Straitjacket Was A Straitjacket For Houdini.

Confusion Is What We're Living With - Not Being Able To Make Sense Of What's Happening To Us From Day To Day. Whereas Making Sense Is What We're Aiming For - Making Sense.

I Believe That These Devices Like Repetition And Rhyme Are Not Artificial, That They're Not Imposed, Somehow, On The Language.

What I Try To Do Is To Go Into A Poem - And One Writes Them, Of Course, Poem By Poem - To Go Into Each Poem, First Of All Without Having Any Sense Whatsoever Of Where It's Going To End Up

The Point Of Poetry Is To Be Acutely Discomforting, To Prod And Provoke, To Poke Us In The Eye, To Punch Us In The Nose, To Knock Us Off Our Feet, To Take Our Breath Away.