I would say that American poetry has always been a poetry of personal testimony.
I am not concerned with truth, nor with conventional notions of what is beautiful.
If you want to experience joy in your life, you have to be able to step outside yourself and become part of a cause that is much larger than you; one that brings a greater good to a greater community.
In terms of companies, they must stand for something bigger. They must be dedicated to something larger than financial results. I reject the Milton Friedman belief that a company’s sole responsibility is to the shareholders.
And yet, in a culture like ours, which is given to material comforts, and addicted to forms of entertainment that offer immediate gratification, it is surprising that so much poetry is written.
I don’t focus on happiness as a goal or an end.
The number of people writing poems is vast, and their reasons for doing so are many, that much can be surmised from the stacks of submissions.
It does not matter whether I am in Hong Kong or Sao Paolo – people always want to talk about toxic bosses and what to do about them.
There’s a certain point, when you’re writing autobiographical stuff, where you don’t want to misrepresent yourself. It would be dishonest.
A life is not sufficiently elevated for poetry, unless, of course, the life has been made into an art.