Defeat Is A Fact And Victory Can

I Am Tired Of Loving A Foreign Muse.

Most Of The Time I'm Not Really Attracted To Writing That's Focused On Filling And Fighting It Out Within A Well-defined Container. I Like Work That Gets Out In The World And Lets The World Shape The Poem.

Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee.

When My Own Writing Needs A Perk, I Open Zukofsky And Read From "a" - Particularly Sections "22" And "23." It Can Be Opaque, But I Love The Intensity.

God Pity Us Indeed, For We Are Human, And Do Not Always See, The Vision When It Comes, The Shining Change, Or, If We See It, Do Not Follow It, Because It Is Too Hard, Too Strange, Too New, Too Unbelievable, Too Difficult, Warring Too Much With Common, Easy Ways, And Now I Know This, Standing In This Light, Who Have Been Half Alive These Many Years, Brooding On My Own Sorrow, My Own Pain, Saying "i Am A Barren Bough. Expect, Nor Fruit Nor Blossom From A Barren Bough."