The Work Of The World Is Common

Only When We Break The Mirror And Climb Into Our Vision, Only When We Are The Wind Together Streaming And Singing, Only In The Dream We Become With Our Bones For Spears, We Are Real At Last And Wake.

One Trouble: To Be A Professional Anything In The United States Is To Think Of Oneself As An Expert And One's Ideas As Semisacred, And To Treat Others In A Certain Way - Professionally.

There Are Obviously A Great Many Ways To Organize Some Fraction Of The Material In A Life.

My Strength And My Weakness Are Twins In The Same Womb.

I Have No Connections Here; Only Gusty Collisions, Rootless Seedlings Forced Into Bloom, That Collapse. ... I Am The Visiting Poet: A Real Unicorn, A Wind-up Plush Dodo, A Wax Museum Of The Movement. People Want To Push The Buttons And See Me Glow.