Poetry Is Language Surprised In The Act

What Makes The Engine Go? Desire, Desire, Desire.

A Poet Needs To Keep His Wilderness Alive Inside Him. To Remain A Poet After Forty Requires An Awareness Of Your Darkest Africa, That Part Of Yourself That Will Never Be Tamed.

The Heart Breaks And Breaks And Lives By Breaking It Is Necessary To Go Through Dark And Deeper Dark And Not To Turn

A Poem Has Secrets That The Poet Knows Nothing Of.

The Universe Is A Continuous Web. Touch It At Any Point And The Whole Web Quivers.