Poetry Is A Hazardous Occupation, Very Hazardous.

I Want You To Hear A New Version Of Dueling Banjos. Anyone Else Is Welcome.

It Takes An Awful Lot Of Time For Me To Write Anything. I Have Endless Drafts, One After Another; And I Try Out 50, 75, Or A Hundred Variations On A Single Line Sometimes. I Work On The Process Of Refining Low-grade Ore. I Get Maybe A Couple Of Nu Ggets Of Gold Out Of 50 Tons Of Dirt. It Is Tough For Me. No, I Am Not Inspired.

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 They Are Poets Because They Think, If The Kind Of Thing Ginsberg Does Is Poetry, I Can Do That.

To Be Precise And Reckless: That Is The Consummation Devoutly To Be Wished.

I Want A Fever, In Poetry: A Fever, And Tranquillity.