I am suggesting that the radical of poetry lies not in theresolution of doubts but in their proliferation

Poetry seems especially like nothing else so much as itself. Poetry is not like, it is the very lining of the inner life.

Almost none of the poetries I admire stick to their labels, native or adopted ones. Rather, they are vagrant in their identifications. Tramp poets, there you go, a new label for those with unstable allegiances.

If the incision of our words amounts to nothing but a feeling, a slow motion, it will still cut a better swath than the factory model, the corporate model, the penitentiary model, which by my...

The artistic reward for refuting the received national tradition is liberation. The price is homelessness. Interior exile.

Poetry is the language of intensity. Because we are going to die, an expression of intensity is justified.

Nobody reads poetry, we are told at every inopportune moment. I read poetry. I am somebody. I am the people, too. It can be allowed that an industrious quantity of contemporary American poetry is consciously...