To Understand The World, One’s

Michael Koryta's Those Who Wish Me Dead Is An Absolutely Thrilling Read. I Read Most Of It With My Breath Held, Occasionally Exhaling To Ask Myself, 'what Will Happen Next?' I Highly Recommend It.

I Think A Diversity Of Expression Can Only Be Good, So I Think The More That People Write About Their Experience, Use Their Imagination To Deal With Their Experience, You Know, I Think That's Going To Be Good For Not Only For Those Authors But Also For People Who Are Interested In Trying To Understand It.

The War Came To Me In My Dreams And Showed Me Its Sole Purpose: To Go On, Only To Go On.

There's Something Immediate About The Experience Of Reading A Poem - Whether It's The Music Or Some Other Element Of It - That Just Seems To Access Another Part Of The Brain. You Know, Charles Olson Talks About This Transfer Of Energy That Happens Between The Writer And The Reader Of The Poem. I Guess There's Something Essential To Me About Acknowledging Upfront The Immensity Of It - The Difficulty Of It - And Even Allowing That To Be The Subject.

I'm Always Most Interested In Writing About Things That I Don't Understand.