You can only hate someone whom you have the capacity to love, because if you are really indifferent, you cannot even get up the enough energy to hate him.
I really have a distaste for poets who announce themselves at 50 yards; you know, here he comes, you know, with the beret and the cane and the cape and the whatever – whatever mishegas is part of the outfit there.
The spiritual element, the really important part of religion, has no concern with Time and Space, temporary mundane laws, or conduct.
I would be a liar, a hypocrite, or a fool – and I’m not any of those – to say that I don’t write for the reader. I do. But for the reader who hears, who really will work at it, going behind what I seem to say. So I write for myself and that reader who will pay the dues.
Whereas with poetry no one has to show anybody really, and you don’t have to tell anyone you’re doing it.
I have felt at times with groups of children that I was really being what every poet would like to be – a bard in the old sense.
I’m interested in helping secure the PC – we need innovation here. It’s not just hug your PC, hate the iPhone. In fact I don’t even hate the iPhone; I think it’s really cool. I just don’t want it to be the center of the ecosystem along with the Web 2.0 apps.
I don’t believe I have a mission. Sometimes I really have a spiritual need to say something more general about the world, and sometimes something personal.
Mother believed that I should have an enormous amount of sleep, and so I was never really tired when I went to bed. This was the best time of day, when I could lie in the vague twilight, drifting off to sleep, making up dreams inside my head the way they should go.