The Trouble With Poetry Is That It

All I Wanted Was To Be A Pea Of Being Inside The Green Pod Of Time.

Life Is A Loaded Gun That Looks Right At You With A Yellow Eye.

I See The Progress Typical In Some Of My Poems As Starting With Something Simple And Moving Into Something More Demanding. This Is Certainly The Pattern Of Weird Poetry.

I Think A Good Poem Should Have Some Inscrutable Part. You Can't Quite Explain It. The Poem Can Only Explain Itself To A Certain Limit And At That Point You Enter Into A Little Bit Of Mystery. That For Me Is The Perfect Poem: To Begin In Clarity And To End In Mystery.

I See Woefully Obscure Poetry As Simply A Kind Of Verbal Rudeness.