One Cannot Balance Tragedy In The Scales

Broad-streeted Richmond . . . The Trees In The Streets Are Old Trees Used To Living With People, Family Trees That Remember Your Grandfather's Name.

I Tried To Think Of My Knowledge, But It Was A Squirrel's Heap Of Winter Nuts. There Was No Strength In My Knowledge Any More And I Felt Small And Naked As A New-hatched Bird.

There's Nothing Compared To The History Of Writing About The City Of New York That You Get, Say, In Charles Reznikoff.

Basically When I'm Walking I'm Not Consciously Writing Or Intending Anything. In The Manner I Have Learned From Meditation Practice, I Let Things Unfold.

The Art Finds Kingdoms In A Foot Of Ground.