You Are Bound, My Hunch

I Need About One Hundred Fifty Drafts Of A Poem To Get It Right, And Fifty More To Make It Sound Spontaneous.

If It Were Thought That Anything I Wrote Was Influenced By Robert Frost, I Would Take That Particular Piece Of Mine, Shred It, And Flush It Down The Toilet, Hoping Not To Clog The Pipes.

I Want You To Hear A New Version Of Dueling Banjos. Anyone Else Is Welcome.

Yet Technique Matters, Even So. God Uses It, For A Buffalo Is Not A Leopard.

So Much Destruction In Modern War Takes Place Miles And Miles Away From The Source Of The Destruction, The Human Being Who Has Caused It.