Canada Is A Country Where The Serious

Hatred Isgeneralized, But Love Is For The Particular.

In A Poem, The Words Happen; They Just Come. I Let Them. Otherwise, I Wouldn't Write. To Interfere With What Is Happening Is To Distort The Poem. Just A Very Small Degree Of Intelligence And Supervision Is Necessary. Very Tactful. Any Revision Later That Violates The Text As It Came, That Begins Rewriting The Words, Is Fake.

Art Is Anything People Do With Distinction.

The Twentieth Century Had A Wonderful Capacity For Seeing Nothing As The Sum Of Everything.

There Is No Original Sin. It's All Been Done Before.