Occupation: Poet Birth: April 13, 1947
The fear that all this will end. The fear that it won't..
People probably long for something genuinely personal in a society where the personal is often indistinguishable from the "personalized." Maybe the p….
The future is all around here.' It's a place, anyplace where we don't exist..
clarity need not be equivalent to / readability. How readable is the world?.
But here I hold your dream in my poem..
We are all full of discourses that we only half understand and half mean..
The crowd is made of little gods, and there is still no heaven..
Like all my poems, 'Negotiations' has several sources. It deals with aging lovers and the often silent deals they make. Thinking about bargains made ….
Poets tend to form loose groups - the "Romantics" or the "Imagists". And sometimes they write manifestoes in the name of these groups. This can be go….
I know you by your willingness..
Poetry wants to make things mean more than they mean, says someone, as if we knew how much things meant, and in what unit of measure..
Carried by light, images remain while sensation is so evanescent as to be always beyond belief..
The ghosts swarm. They speak as one person. Each has left something undone..
Like most of my poems, 'Lie' has several sources: I read a very troubling book called The Sixth Extinction. I took note of the way people, including ….
Metaphor is ritual sacrifice. It kills the look-alike. No, metaphor is homeopathy..
Curled up in bed, I’m young in the old way..
I tend to like the way poets form communities. Writing can be lonely after all. Modern life can be lonely. Poets do seem to be more social than ficti….
Thus drivers inching southward will see the phalanx of birds heading west as one spontaneous gesture..
As for the differences between audio and the printed page, the sonic aspects of poetry are important to me. I read my poems aloud to myself as I'm co….
This is a strange book: visionary and dark. It stutters out a kind of music: repeated phrases which accumulate errors and mutate as they go like chro….
We sleep together in the dark but confuse light with love..