From The Place Where We Are Right,

A Flock Of Sheep Near The Airport Or A High Voltage Generator Beside The Orchard: These Combinations Open Up My Life Like A Wound, But They Also Heal It. That's Why My Feelings Always Come In Twos.

My Poems Are Political In The Deeper Sense Of The Word. Political Means To Live In Your Time, To Be A Man Of Your Time.

The Soul Inside Me Is The Last Foreign Language I'm Learning.

There Are Two Languages: One As Things Seem To Us And The Other Of Knowledge.

I Try To Stay A Civilian, To Live As A Human, Not As A Poet.