I Want A Fever, In Poetry: A

I Want You To Hear A New Version Of Dueling Banjos. Anyone Else Is Welcome.

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

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

I Once Had The Nerve To Ask Picasso The Question, 'what Is Art?' He Answered, 'art Is A Lie Which Makes Us See The Truth.

It Takes An Awful Lot Of Time For Me To Write Anything. I Have Endless Drafts, One After Another; And I Try Out 50, 75, Or A Hundred Variations On A Single Line Sometimes. I Work On The Process Of Refining Low-grade Ore. I Get Maybe A Couple Of Nu Ggets Of Gold Out Of 50 Tons Of Dirt. It Is Tough For Me. No, I Am Not Inspired.