If You Want To Know How Much

It's A Well Known Thing That Ordinary Perceptions Can Have A Strange Aspect When One Is Travelling.

One Day The Nouns Were Clustered In The Street. An Adjective Walked By, With Her Dark Beauty. The Nouns Were Struck, Moved, Changed. The Next Day A Verb Drove Up, And Created The Sentence.

Certainly, It Seems True Enough That There's A Good Deal Of Irony In The World... I Mean, If You Live In A World Full Of Politicians And Advertising, There's Obviously A Lot Of Deception.

I Don't Think The Nature Of My Poetry Is Satirical Or Even Ironic, I Think It's Essentially Lyrical But Again I Don't Know If It's My Position To Say What My Poetry Is Like.

Poetry Is A Deliberate Attempt To Make Language Suggestive And Imprecise.