I tend to focus less on genre as a starting point and more on idea or intention and let the idea dictate genre.
I am living. I remember you.
Poetry holds the knowledge that we are alive and that we know we're going to die.
Every poem holds the unspeakable inside it. The unsayable. . . The thing that you can't really say because it's too complicated. It's too complex for us. Every poem has that silence deep in the center of it.
Memory is a poet, not an historian.
Bedeviled, human, your plight, in waking, is to choose from the words that even now sleep on your tongue, and to know that tangled among them and terribly new is the sentence that could change your life.
Without devotion any life becomes a stranger's story. . . told for the body to forget what it once loved.
Prison itself is a tremendous education in the need for patience and perseverance. It is above all a test of one's commitment.
We all have those times in relationships, whether it's work or personal or family or whatever it is, where there's something that's eating at you and eating at you, and you want to say it to the person that you care about the most, but you're so afraid it's going to destroy everything. Like the fear of destruction keeps one from saying what they want to say - when, in actuality, by not saying it, things get worse. Because it's the entropy, the leak that doesn't get fixed.
If you look closely at some scenes in Diner, my eyes look like Dracula's.
After a lifetime of deep thought, I've decided that life is a distraction, but probably not from anything important.