I'm Probably So Out Of It At

Poets Are Like Steam Valves, Where The Ordinary Feelings Of Ordinary People Can Escape And Be Shown.

Maybe We Can Use A Metaphor For It, Out Of Dance. I Think For Many Years I Was Aware Of The Need, In Dance And In Life, To Breathe Deeply And To Take In More Air Than We Usually Take In.

Writing Or Making Anything-a Poem, A Bird Feeder, A Chocolate Cake-has Self-respect In It. You're Working. You're Trying. You're Not Lying Down On The Ground, Having Given Up.

I'm Not Sure That The Benefit - As A Writer And As A Citizen - That I Would Get From Reading At Least The Front Page Of The Times Every Day Or Every Other Day Would Outweigh The Depression.

Everyone Is So Different. I Sometimes Wish I Wrote In A Different Way. You Know, That Feeling Of: So-and-so Writes Slowly, If Only I Wrote Slowly.