Darling, Do You Remember The Man You

What Makes The Engine Go? Desire, Desire, Desire.

Poetry Is The Enemy Of The Poem.

The Poem In The Head Is Always Perfect. Resistance Begins When You Try To Convert It Into Language.

End With An Image And Don't Explain.

I Associate The Garden With The Whole Experience Of Being Alive, And So, There Is Nothing In The Range Of Human Experience That Is Separate From What The Garden Can Signify In Its Eagerness And Its Insistence, And In Its Driving Energy To Live -- To Grow, To Bear Fruit.