All Poetry Comes From Repetition.

One Trouble With A Kind Of Falsely Therapeutic And Always Reassuring Attitude That It Is Easy To Fall Into With Old People, Is The Tendency To Be Satisfied With Too Little.

If You Want To Know How Much I Love And Care For You, Count The Waves.

Politics Is There The Way Men And Women Are There, The Way The Atlantic Ocean Is There. Sometimes I've Written About Politics Specifically, I Mean About Politics As It's Understood On Television And In Newspapers.

One Day The Nouns Were Clustered In The Street. An Adjective Walked By, With Her Dark Beauty. The Nouns Were Struck, Moved, Changed. The Next Day A Verb Drove Up, And Created The Sentence.

I've Had Trouble With Criticism, I Guess. It's Hard To Know What Role Criticism Plays In Either Encouraging Poets Or In Getting Other People To Read Them.