I Do A Lot Of Readings.

We Simply Have Not Kept In Touch With Poetry

If The Poem Has No Obvious Destination, There's A Chance That We'll Be All Setting Off On An Interesting Ride.

Confusion Is What We're Living With - Not Being Able To Make Sense Of What's Happening To Us From Day To Day. Whereas Making Sense Is What We're Aiming For - Making Sense.

One Will Never Again Look At A Birch Tree, After The Robert Frost Poem, In Exactly The Same Way.

The Point Of Poetry Is To Be Acutely Discomforting, To Prod And Provoke, To Poke Us In The Eye, To Punch Us In The Nose, To Knock Us Off Our Feet, To Take Our Breath Away.