Who Wants To Put Together

This Creature Of The Poem May Assemble Itself Into A Being With Its Own Centrifugal Force.

I'm Probably So Out Of It At My Age That I Don't Know What People Think.

I'm Not Asking A Poem To Carry A Lot Of Rocks In Its Pockets. Just Being An Ordinary Observer And Liver And Feeler And Letting The Experience Get Through You Onto The Notebook With The Pen, Through The Arm, Out Of The Body, Onto The Page, Without Distortion.

I Didn't Have Time To Sit Down And Look At The Work Of A Year And Choose What To Type.

Every Poet I Know - Although There May Be Some I Don't Know Who Lead Very Different Lives, Who Maybe Live In The Country And Don't Teach - Tends To Be Just Like The Rest Of Us: Just Really Busy, Really Overcommitted.