I'm Not Sure What Theory

I Wanted To Be An Inventor, Whatever I Thought That Meant Then. I Guess I Was Thinking Of Edison Or Maybe James Watt. Or Maybe Even Newton.

A Myth Is The Name Of A Terrible Lie Told By A Smelly Little Brown Person To A Man In A White Suit With A Pair Of Binoculars.

The Ancient Greek "oral Poets" All Had This Anxiety About The Deficiencies Of Their Memories And Always Began Poems By Praying To The Muse To Help Them Remember.

I Was Very Committed To The Process Of Composing, Working At Poems, Putting Things Together And Taking Them Apart Like Some Kind Of Experimental Filmmaker.

My Way Of Thinking Is Very Particular And Concrete. It Doesn't Follow A Continuous Path.