The Language You Use For Your Poems

If A Man, Cautious, Hides His Limp, Somebody Has To Limp It! Things Do It; The Surroundings Limp. House Walls Get Scars, The Car Breaks Down; Matter, In Drudgery, Takes It Up.

As A Parent You Have To Do Some Renunciation.

Some Men Live With An Invisible Limp, Stagger, Or Drag A Leg. Their Sons Are Often Angry.

To Me, The Hope Lies In Adults Forgetting About Their Retirement And Turning Toward The Adolescents And Helping Pull The Adolescents Over That Mysterious Line Drawn On The Ground Into Adulthood. If We Don't Do That, The Adolescents Are Going To Stay Exactly Where They Are For The Next 30 Or 40 Years.

The Language You Use For Your Poems Should Be The Language You Use With Your Friends.