The first question at that time in poetry was simply the question of honesty, of sincerity.

Society’s dark hull drifts further and further away. It is this place – the place of our separation, our distinction – that much of his poetry occupies.

Poetry uses the hub of a torque converter for a jello mold.

Great poetry is always written by somebody straining to go beyond what he can do.

Poets are soldiers that liberate words from the steadfast possession of definition.

But poetry is a way of language, it is not its subject or its maker’s background or interests or hobbies or fixations. It is nearer to utterance than history.

I want people to bow as they see me and say he is gifted with poetry, he has seen the presence of the creator.