A Poem Is An Instant Of Lucidity

To Submit To Chance Is To Reveal The Self And Its Obsessions.

We Name One Thing And Then Another. That’s How Time Enters Poetry. Space, On The Other Hand, Comes Into Being Through The Attention We Pay To Each Word. The More Intense Our Attention, The More Space, And There’s A Lot Of Space Inside Words.

The Poem I Want To Write Is Impossible. A Stone That Floats.

The World Is Beautiful But Not Sayable. That's Why We Need Art.

I Was Already Dozing Off In The Shade, Dreaming That The Rustling Trees Were My Many Selves Explaining Themselves All At The Same Time So That I Could Not Make Out A Single Word. My Life Was A Beautiful Mystery On The Verge Of Understanding, Always On The Verge! Think Of It!