But I’m too old to be written about as a young poet.
Now I think poetry will save nothing from oblivion, but I keep writing about the ordinary because for me it’s the home of the extraordinary, the only home.
I’m afraid we live at the mercy of a power, maybe a God, without mercy. And yet we find it, as I have, from others.
It’s ironic that while I was a worker in Detroit, which I left when I was twenty six, my sense was that the thing that’s going to stop me from being a poet is the fact that I’m doing this crummy work.
If some great catastrophe is not announced every morning, we feel a certain void. Nothing in the paper today, we sigh.
Johnson had been the most powerful man in the world, yet the North Vietnamese and the Vietcong had resisted, overcome his power, broken his will.
My mother carried on and supported us; her ambition had been to write poetry and songs.
Liberty is the prevention of control by others.
By a series of violent shocks, the nations in succession have struggled to shake off the Past, to reverse the action of Time and the verdict of success, and to rescue the world from the reign of the dead.
American corporations hate to give away money.