I See Woefully Obscure Poetry As Simply

In The Process Of Simplifying Oneself, One Often Discovers The Thing Called Voice.

You, Quote, Find Your Voice, Unquote, When You Are Able To Invent This One Character Who Resembles You, Obviously, And Probably Is More Like You Than Anyone Else On Earth, But Is Not The Equivalent To You.

Introduction To Poetry I Ask Them To Take A Poem And Hold It Up To The Light Like A Color Slide Or Press An Ear Against Its Hive. I Say Drop A Mouse Into A Poem And Watch Him Probe His Way Out, Or Walk Inside The Poem's Room And Feel The Walls For A Light Switch. I Want Them To Waterski Across The Surface Of A Poem Waving At The Author's Name On The Shore. But All They Want To Do Is Tie The Poem To A Chair With Rope And Torture A Confession Out Of It. They Begin Beating It With A Hose To Find Out What It Really Means.

I Hope The Poem, As It Goes On, Gets More Complicated, A Little More Demanding, A Little More Ambiguous Or Speculative, So That We're Drifting Away From The Casual Beginning Of The Poem Into Something A Little More Serious.

The Mind Can Be Trained To Relieve Itself On Paper.