Luther was guilty of two great crimes – he struck the Pope in his crown, and the monks in their belly.
It is the chiefest point of happiness that a man is willing to be what he is.
I wanted to reimagine the role, in a way that was respectful of its traditional responsibilities but made them part of a wider pattern of poetry about national incidents, events, preoccupations; and to spend a great deal of time going to schools trying to demystify poetry.
The nearer people approach old age the closer they return to a semblance of childhood, until the time comes for them to depart this life, again like children, neither tired of living nor aware of death.
I do think that maybe, even subconsciously, a lot of parents in the West are wondering, have we gone too far in the direction of coddling and protecting – you know, you see kids, sometimes that seem very rude and disrespectful. And the more important thing is they don’t seem that happy.
Instilling a sense of self-discipline and focus when the kids are younger makes it so much easier by the time they get into high school.
I can’t think of a better model for Haiti rebuilding than Rwanda.
But I can’t and don’t ever want to write bell-yanking confetti-tossing hat-throwing poems.
Thanks partly to the kind of poets that we now have and partly to funding, there’s been a gigantic shift in the way poetry is perceived… Poems on the Underground, poets in schools, football clubs, zoos.
The human rights community has focused very narrowly on political and civil rights for many decades, and with reason, but now we have to ask how can we broaden the view.