I write of ecstasy and oneness at night, of pain and separation during the day. I try to write at twilight whenever I can; that’s the place where truth shows up most clearly, when I choose to see it.

If you lose your soul in pursuit of an Ideal, you may as well give up.

Every breath complete
within itself. Every word set
alone and in concert at once. Every
attempt intended, every accident
considered, every slip of the tongue
revered as oracle until truth itself changes.

Every line the only line
until the next one arrives.

If you’re a good poet, you are precise.

PRECISE, motherfucker.

PRECISE. Not vague. Not mushy. Not ready to overlook stupid ass mistakes and ignorance in a poem in favor of the sincerity of emotion contained therein.

PRECISE. Every word’s there for a reason. Every word adds something. You know why the word is there if someone asks you about it.

PRECISE. Minimal abstraction; more images; more concrete sensory description. NO FUCKING SLOGANS.

I’ll go back to grouching in seclusion now.

if everything is important, nothing is.

if you can’t laugh at yourself, call me and i’ll come laugh at you.

it is always darkest before you are struck by lightning.