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I wish you
all the aloneness you hunger for.

Furless now, upright, My banished
and experimental
child
You said, though your own heart condemn you
I do not condemn you.

And I begin to learn.

There are people who recall my father as a saint and a monster. I'm quite sure I will share the same fate.

Poetry, just because it is poetry, doesn't mean it is some kind of magic spell.

We are created by being destroyed.

This is no occupation for an adult who can look other adults in the eye, carry his own weight, and count himself one of them.

Which is more puzzling, the existence of suffering or its frequent absence?

But if they were condmened to suffer this unending torment, sooner or later wouldn't they become the holy?

I write and have done so primarily for personal pleasure.

It's hard for me to grasp that I might somehow be my father's equal in any way.

Poem in other words may or may not result from inspiration but must (in reader and author alike) produce it

I am in no way different from anyone else, that my predicament, my sense of aloneness or isolation may be precisely what unites me with everyone.

I wish my father could be around.

Beckett's 'Stories and Texts for Nothing' is probably my favorite book.

So we sit there
together
the mountain
and me, Li Po
said, until only the mountain
remains.

No one is a stranger, this whole world is your home

Everyone agrees.
The dead singers have the best voices.
At four o'clock in the morning
the dead singers have the best voices.

And let me ask you this: the dead,
where aren't they?

This
final and long
longed-for job:
to be unhappy
without doing
evil.

The poetic prose that most interests me is that of Henri Michaux.

I believe one day the distance between myself and God will / disappear.

There is only one heart in my body, have mercy
on me.

The long silences need to be loved, perhaps more than the words which arrive to describe them in time.

Literature will lose, sunlight will win, don't worry.

Poetry endures when it possesses passionate and primally sincere clarity in the service of articulating universal human concerns.

Should each individual snowflake be held accountable for the avalanche?

The road to Emmaus is this world.