Poetry Is Prose In Slow Motion.

You Almost Believe That You Will Never Come To The End Of A Roll Of Tape; And When You Do, There Is A Feeling, Nearly, Though Very Briefly, Of Shock And Grief.

One's Head Is Finite. You Pour More And More Things Into It - Surnames, Chronologies, Affiliations - And It Packs Them Away In Its Tunnels, And Eventually You Find That You Have A Book About Something That You Publish.

But Spending Your Life Concentrating On Death Is Like Watching A Whole Movie And Thinking Only About The Credits That Are Going To Roll At The End. It’s A Mistake Of Emphasis.

Many Good Poets Are Really Essayists Who Write Very Short Essays.

I No Longer Want To Live In An Apartment Furnished With Forklifts And Backhoes.