I Cannot Understand Why Poetry Is Not

Go Rich In Poverty. Go Rich In Poetry. This Nothingness Is Plentitude.

How Slowly One Comes To Understand Anything!

...i Feel More Alive When I'm Writing Than I Do At Any Other Time--except When I'm Making Love. Two Things When You Forget Time, When Nothing Exists Except The Moment--the Moment Of Writing, The Moment Of Love. That Perfect Concentration Is Bliss.

It Feels A Long Way Up And Down From Zero.

One Does Not "find Oneself" By Pursuing One's Self, But On The Contrary By Pursuing Something Else And Learning Through Discipline Or Routine. . . Who One Is And Wants To Be.