While The Novelist Is Banging On His

You Will Always Be The Bread And The Knife, Not To Mention The Crystal Goblet And—somehow—the Wine.

A Motto I've Adopted Is, If At First You Don't Succeed, Hide All Evidence That You Ever Tried.

It Seems Only Yesterday I Used To Believe There Was Nothing Under My Skin But Light. If You Cut Me I Could Shine.

When I'm Constructing A Poem, I'm Trying To Write One Good Line After Another. One Solid Line After Another. You Know A Lot Of The Lines - Some Hold Up Better As Lines Than Others. But I'm Not Thinking Of Just Writing A Paragraph And Then Chopping It Up.

Form Is Any Aspect Of A Poem That Encourages It To Stay Whole And Not Drift Off Into Chaos.