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Inside my mother’s death / I lay and could not breathe …
O cruel cloudless space, And pale bare ground where the poor infant
I am realizing once and for all the difference as far as
It always comes back to the same necessity: go deep enough and
It feels a long way up and down from zero.
In the garden the door is always open into the “holy” –
For poetry exists to break through to below the level of reason
I feel more alive when I’m writing than I do at any
Do I think there’s life after death? No, I think my books are my life after death.
In poetry compromise is fatal. In action of any cooperative sort it
There is only one real deprivation… and that is not to be
I live alone, perhaps for no good reason, for the reason that
The more articulate one is
I try to photograph things that are near to me because I
I think maybe I became funny because as a kid, I was
What shall I say of the gallantry with which these Marines have
Truth will do well enough if left to shift for herself.
Occupy is anything but a protest movement. That’s why it has been
Divorce is one of the most financially traumatic things you can go
A book must be an ice-axe to break the seas frozen inside our soul.
… when death has been brought upon a saint, we ought not to