"Rocks crumble, make new forms, oceans move the continents, mountains rise up and down like ghosts yet all is natural, all is change."
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"Rocks crumble, make new forms, oceans move the continents, mountains rise up and down like ghosts yet all is natural, all is change."
"All I am is the trick of words writing themselves."
"When I'm writing, I know I'm doing the thing I was born to do."
"Poetry to me is prayer."
"Psychiatry is a dirty mirror."
"Somebody who should have been born is gone."
"The sea is mother-death and she is a mighty female, the one who wins, the one who sucks us all up."
"Those moments before a poem comes, when the heightened awareness comes over you, and you realize a poem is buried there somewhere, you prepare yourself. I run around, you know, kind of skipping around the house, marvelous elation. It’s as though I could fly."
"Writers are such phonies: they sometimes have wise insights but they don't live by them at all. That's what writers are like...you think they know something, but usually they are just messes."
"Poetry is my life, my postmark, my hands, my kitchen, my face."
"I think it will be a miracle if I don't someday end up killing myself."
"The silence is death. It comes each day with its shock to sit on my shoulder, a white bird, and peck at the black eyes and the vibrating red muscle of my mouth."
"I raise my pelvis to God so that it may know the truth of how flowers smash through the long winter."
"I am not lazy. I am on the amphetamine of the soul. I am, each day, typing out the God my typewriter believes in."
"Do you like me?” No answer. Silence bounced, fell off his tongue and sat between us and clogged my throat. It slaughtered my trust. It tore cigarettes out of my mouth. We exchanged blind words, and I did not cry, I did not beg, but blackness filled my ears, blackness lunged in my heart, and something that had been good, a sort of kindly oxygen, turned into a gas oven."
"Yes, I know. Death sits with his key in my lock. Not one day is taken for granted. Even nursery rhymes have put me in hock."
"At six I lived in a graveyard full of dolls, avoiding myself, my body, the suspect in its grotesque house."
"Nature is full of teeth that come in one by one, then decay, fall out."
"Death's in the good-bye."
"As for me, I am a watercolor. I wash off."