So much destruction in modern war takes place miles and miles away from the source of the destruction, the human being who has caused it.

We listen to him on a variety of subjects. Sean is in contact with him constantly. Yes, we do talk to him and see him as often as we can.

The New York Quarterly is an amazing, intelligent, crazy, creative, strange, and indispensable magazine.

… Up telephone poles, Which rear, half out of leavageAs though they would shriekLike things smothered by their ownGreen, mindless, unkillable ghosts.In Georgia, the legend saysThat you must close your windowsAt night to keep it...

A poet is someone who stands outside in the rain hoping to be struck by lightning.

There ain’t nothin’ to dyin’, really. You just get tired. You kind of drift away.

In his mind he was always leaving, always going somewhere, always doing something else.

[She was] the Judy Garland of American poetry.

To be precise and reckless: that is the consummation devoutly to be wished.

The women of the South have brought into American literature a unique mixture of domesticity and grotesquerie.

Detachment produces a peculiar state of mind. Maybe that’s the worst sentence of all, to be deprived of feeling what a human being ought to be entitled to feel.

To have guilt you’ve got to earn guilt, but sometimes when you earn it, you don’t feel the guilt you ought to have. And that’s what The Firebombing is about.

He was so pleased in the manner in which guys played. From a personal standpoint, he had to feel so proud of the way they played.

He can’t imagine the result of the mission because he never saw it.

To say that its wrong to feel this way is not the point; you do feel it. All you see is a flash of fire and, depending on your altitude, you don’t even see that...

All day I climb myself bowlegged up those damned poles, rooster-heeled, in all kinds of weather

I do think the author ought to be able to give a good reason for the way things are in his poem. Not a bad question to ask oneself.

William Packard surely must be one of the great editors of our time.

And I to my motorcycle Parked like the soul of the junkyard Restored, a bicycle fleshed With power, and tore off Up Highway 106 continually Drunk on the wind in my mouth Wringing the handlebar...

I think Ginsberg has done more harm to the craft that I honor and live by than anybody else by reducing it to a kind of mean that enables the most dubious practitioners to claim...

You are bound, my hunch is, to make it just fine.

One of the great things he provided during the week under certainly difficult circumstances was great leadership. He was there for the players. He expressed to them they came here to get an education and...

I want you all to stand; will you do that for me, please?

I go out on the side of a hill, maybe hunting deer, and sit there and see the shadow of night coming over the hill, and I can swear to you there is a part...

The true feeling of sex is that of a deep intimacy, but above all of a deep complicity

I want you to hear a new version of Dueling Banjos. Anyone else is welcome.

I want a fever, in poetry: a fever, and tranquillity.

She was the Judy Garland of American poetry.

I’m sure they were disappointed. As you can imagine, the players listened intently. But they all wished him the best, told him they loved him. He told them he loved them, to stay on the...