Walk On Air Against Your Better Judgement.

I Always Believed That Whatever Had To Be Written Would Somehow Get Itself Written.

Strange, It Is A Huge Nothing That We Fear.

Part Of My Gradual Education Of Myself Has Been To Think That There Is A Deep Relationship Between The Nature Of The Creature And The Worth Of The Art.

Anything Can Happen Is Also, Incidentally, A Poem That Arose From Teaching. I'd Talked About The Horace Ode (i, 34) [on Which The Poem Is Based] In A Lecture I Gave At Harvard In The Fall Of 2000 Entitled Bright Boltsand Remembered It After The Twin Towers Attack.

The End Of Art Is Peace.