Truly amazing, what people can get used to, as long as there are a few compensations.
But people will do anything rather than admit that their lives have no meaning. No use, that is. No plot.
Ordinary is what you are used to. This may not seem ordinary to you now, but after a time it will. It will become ordinary.
What I need is perspective. The illusion of depth, created by a frame, the arrangement of shapes on a flat surface.
It's Paradise, but we can't get out of it. And anything you can't get out of is Hell.
The genesis of a poem for me is usually a cluster of words. The only good metaphor I can think of is a scientific one: dipping a thread into a supersaturated solution to induce crystal formation. I don't think I solve problems in my poetry; I think I uncover the problems.
A voice is a human gift; it should be cherished and used, to utter fully human speech as possible. Powerlessness and silence go together.