Every moment you are open, as a humble student, you are surrounded with infinite possibilities of choice.
I am younger each year at the first snow.
Poems aren't postcards to send home.
There is rust in my mouth,the stain of an old kiss.
It's a little mad, but I believe I am many people. When I am writing a poem, I feel I am the person who should have written it.
If I could blame it on all the mothers and fathers of the world, they of the lessons, the pellets of power, they of the love surrounding you like batter. . . Blame it on God perhaps? He of the first opening that pushed us all into our first mistakes? No, I'll blame it on Man For Man is God and man is eating the earth up like a candy bar and not one of them can be left alone with the ocean for it is known he will gulp it all down. The stars (possibly) are safe. At least for the moment. The stars are pears that no one can reach, even for a wedding. Perhaps for a death.
I would like a simple life yet all night I am laying poems away in a long box.
As an actor, it's my job to make everything interesting and exciting and new. If I'm not doing my job well, then I'm stealing.
I think space, architectural space, is my thing. It's not about facade, elevation, making image, making money. My passion is creating space.
I sat down one night and wrote the line rock, rock, rock everybody.
I knew I was going to have success here.