I Need About One Hundred Fifty Drafts

I Want A Fever, In Poetry: A Fever, And Tranquillity.

Then You Develop A Kind Of Critical Sense About What You Write. You Can Tell When Something Is Good, But It Would Be Just As Good In Somebody Else's Work Too. You Want To Hold Out For Those Things Only You Can Say.

A Poet Is Someone Who Stands Outside In The Rain Hoping To Be Struck By Lightning.

There Are So Many Selves In Everybody, And Just To Explore And Exploit One Is Wrong, Dead Wrong, For The Creative Person.

I Don’t Believe That A Reviewer Or A Critic Can Really Criticize Well Unless He Can Praise Well.