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The Irony Is, Going To Work Every Day Became The Subject Of Probably My Best Poetry.

Now I Think Poetry Will Save Nothing From Oblivion, But I Keep Writing About The Ordinary Because For Me It's The Home Of The Extraordinary, The Only Home.

My Mother Carried On And Supported Us; Her Ambition Had Been To Write Poetry And Songs.

There'll Always Be Working People In My Poems Because I Grew Up With Them, And I Am A Poet Of Memory.

I Listen To Jazz About Three Hours A Day. I Love Louis Armstrong.