I Want You To Hear A New

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

William Packard Surely Must Be One Of The Great Editors Of Our Time.

You Are Bound, My Hunch Is, To Make It Just Fine.

What A View, I Said Again. The River Was Blank And Mindless With Beauty. It Was The Most Glorious Thing I Have Ever Seen. But It Was Not Seeing, Really. For Once It Was Not Just Seeing. It Was Beholding. I Beheld The River In Its Icy Pit Of Brightness, In Its Far-below Sound And Indifference, In Its Large Coil And Tiny Points And Flashes Of The Moon, In Its Long Sinuous Form, In Its Uncomprehending Consequence.

To Be Precise And Reckless: That Is The Consummation Devoutly To Be Wished.