Forgive me if I sleep until I wake up.
I am happy to have some friends here in the kitchen.
This morning of the small snow I count the blessings, the leak in the faucet which makes of the sink time, the drop of the water on water.
When will government cease being a nuisance to everybody?
We're all moving, moving, moving. Isn't it nice?
You can read everybody. It's not even interesting to tell the truth because to some extent it's false.
I defer to all these other American poets who, for some reason, I both envy and admire.
I'm one of the cliches that has grown up.
I'm sorry, but I was born with a towel on my head.
I'm trying to climb up both walls at once.
The heroes of the present will retreat to the imitation they are anyhow.
The poem, for me, is simply the first sound realized in the modality of being.
You can do anything, literally, right? That's one of the exciting possibilities of the present.
Atlantis will rise again.
Fact is based upon vulgar matter.
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