Inside My Empty Bottle I Was Constructing

For Emily Dickinson Every Philosophical Idea Was A Potential Lover. Metaphysics Is The Realm Of Eternal Seduction Of The Spirit By Ideas.

There’s No Preparation For Poetry.

We Name One Thing And Then Another. That’s How Time Enters Poetry. Space, On The Other Hand, Comes Into Being Through The Attention We Pay To Each Word. The More Intense Our Attention, The More Space, And There’s A Lot Of Space Inside Words.

Silence Is The Only Language God Speaks.

A Poem Is An Invitation To A Voyage. As In Life, We Travel To See Fresh Sights.