The paintings to me are always canvas; sculpture has always been metal, though I have made sculpture in wood, also.
Now and again I feel the astonishment of being alive like this, in this body.
And the words we find are always insufficient, like love, though they are often lovely and all we have.
I’ve had it with all stingy-hearted sons of bitches. A heart is to be spent.
What feeling feels like over time. An attempt to screw up what feeling feels like over time. Heartbreak and a high C. . . . The often welcome melodic lie. . . . The soul's undersong. The orchestration of randomness, a flirtation with the boundaries of silence and space. . . . a reminder that the self wants to disappear, be taken away from itself and returned.
I wrote poetry for seven or eight years, maybe longer, before I could say I was a poet. If people asked, I'd say I wrote poetry; I wouldn't go further. I was in my mid- to late-thirties before I felt that I was a poet, which I think meant that I had begun to embody my poems in some way. I wasn't just a writer of them. Hard to say what, as a poet, my place in the world is. Some place probably between recognition and neglect.
There are always the simple events of your life that you might try to convert into legend.
You don't grow the economy by growing government.
I love working and I love doing lots of things and a variety of things. It keeps your mind active. . . and you don't end up worrying about just the one thing. When I chew things over or analyze too much, that is when I can trip myself up.
My fans don't love me because I'm successful, I'm successful because my fans love me.
Men are very easy to get along with- they just want to come home to something pleasant.