Thus For Each Blunt-faced Ignorant One The

Deep Feeling Doesn't Make For Good Poetry. A Way With Language Would Be A Bit Of Help.

It Was Difficult Being A Teacher And Out Of The Closet In The '50s. By The Time I Retired, The English Department Was Proud Of Having A Gay Poet Of A Certain Minor Fame. It Was A Very Satisfactory Change!

I Admired What My Students Were Writing, But I Think Their Improvement Doesn't Directly Result From Me But From Being In A Class, Being With Each Other.

I Don't Know How To Sit Outside Myself And Test Against A Hypothetical Self Who Stayed Home.

I Was Much Influenced By Jean-paul Sartre.