Words Bounce. Words, If You Let Them,

Everything Depends On Liking The People And Trusting The People. You Have To Assume That Whatever They Do Will Be As Good As You Want The Thing To Be And Just Go Ahead With That.

There Is Something About The Way That Greek Poets, Say Aeschylus, Use Metaphor That Really Attracts Me. I Don't Think I Can Imitate It, But There's A Density To It That I Think I'm Always Trying To Push Towards In English.

[short Talk On Sylvia Plath] Did You See Her Mother On Television? She Said Plain, Burned Things. She Said I Thought It An Excellent Poem But It Hurt Me. She Did Not Say Jungle Fear. She Did Not Say Jungle Hatred Wild Jungle Weeping Chop It Back Chop It. She Said Self-government She Said End Of The Road. She Did Not Say Humming In The Middle Of The Air What You Came For Chop.

I Never Really Got Over The Fun Of Making Letters.

I've Come To Understand That The Best One Can Hope For As A Human Is To Have A Relationship With That Emptiness Where God Would Be If God Were Available, But God Isn't.