Making Art In America Is About Saving

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.

When You Play Chess Alone It's Always Your Move.

Poetry Is An Orphan Of Silence.

The World Is Beautiful But Not Sayable. That's Why We Need Art.

The Stone Is A Mirror Which Works Poorly. Nothing In It But Dimness. Your Dimness Or Its Dimness, Who's To Say? In The Hush Your Heart Sounds Like A Black Cricket.