For a truly religious man nothing is tragic.
The limits of my language means the limits of my world.
I sit astride life like a bad rider on a horse. I only owe it to the horse’s good nature that I am not thrown off at this very moment.
Do you all have a living room floor or a bedroom floor? Then you can write a book.
When I was born here in Gulfport in 1966, my parents’ interracial marriage was still illegal, and it was very hard to drive around town with my parents, to be out in public with my parents.
Often as a poet I find that I am somewhat outside an experience I want to hold onto, consciously taking mental notes or writing them down in my journal – for fear that I will forget. It’s not unlike being on a trip and taking pictures, your face behind a camera the whole time – the entire experience mediated by a lens.
The real discovery is the one which enables me to stop doing philosophy when I want to. The one that gives philosophy peace, so that it is no longer tormented by questions which bring itself into question.
The experience of poetry could bring my mother back to me. Poetry offers a different kind of solace – here on earth.
My father is a poet, my stepmother is a poet, and so I always had encouragement as a child to write.
A philosopher who is not taking part in discussions is like a boxer who never goes into the ring.