It Feels A Long Way Up And

Have The Courage To Write Whatever Your Dream Is For Yourself.

I Can Tell You That Solitude Is Not All Exaltation, Inner Space Where The Soul Breathes And Work Can Be Done. Solitude Exposes The Nerve, Raises Up Ghosts. The Past, Never At Rest, Flows Through It.

Fire Is A Good Companion For The Mind.

In Poetry Compromise Is Fatal. In Action Of Any Cooperative Sort It Is Inevitable. The Thing Is To Find The Balance.

Revision Is Not Going Back And Fussing Around, But Going Forward Into The Process Of Creation