Well, probably I was fed up with concrete poetry. There was a lot of bad concrete poetry and besides, it was confused with visual poetry which was completely different.
Ay – ‘The Green Fool’ business, the libel action over the head of it – did me a lot of damage. It destroyed the momentum.
In Mexico an air conditioner is called a politician because it makes a lot of noise but doesn’t work very well.
At first blush, it seems that the young people who were shot down in the parking lot at the base of Blanket Hill gave up their lives for a dream that died with them.
I don’t know much about climate change. But I’m pretty sure we better figure out what to do to lessen its impact – at least its health impact – and that’s not going to happen unless you have a lot of young talent interested in these topics.
I hear that melting-pot stuff a lot, and all I can say is that we haven’t melted.
Like a lot of people, I’ve often wondered what else I might have been. When I was younger, but even after I was a child, I thought Batman was the whole package. Smart, calculating, pragmatic. Depressed, but in a way women found hot. Tragic at his core and struggling with his demons while trying to save the world.
A lot of harm has come in all eras from people attached to one view of ‘spiritual’ truth.
I remember how being young and black and gay and lonely felt. A lot of it was fine, feeling I had the truth and the light and the key, but a lot of it was purely hell.
A lot happens by accident in poetry.