Archives - April 2001
April 1, 2001
The morning is greying with an unwritten poem. An attack of perhapses.
April 1, 2001
A mystery is a book the publisher thinks will sell better if it has "mystery" on the cover.
April 2, 2001
The unconscious creates, the ego edits.
April 3, 2001
Biography lends to death a new terror.
April 4, 2001
Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.
April 5, 2001
People want to know why I do this, why I write such gross stuff. I like to tell them I have the heart of a small boy -- and I keep it in a jar on my desk.
April 6, 2001
In the novel you get the journey. In a poem you get the arrival.
April 7, 2001
The sheer pleasure of telling a story may be the human condition that most resembles levitation.
April 8, 2001
We read to know we're not alone.
April 9, 2001
I never write exercises, but sometimes I write poems which fail and call them exercises.
April 10, 2001
I try to leave out the parts that people skip.
April 11, 2001
Poet: Lofty synonym for "blockhead."
April 12, 2001
We want competence, but competence itself is deadly. What you want is vision to go with it, and you do not get this from a writing class.
April 13, 2001
Poetry. I like to think of it as statements made on the way to the grave.
April 14, 2001
Happy Easter, Happy Easter, Me oh my there's a lot to buy, there's shopping I must do. Happy Easter to you.
April 15, 2001
The moment a man begins to talk about technique, that's proof he is fresh out of ideas.
April 16, 2001
Of the many definitions of poetry, the simplest is still the best: "memorable speech."
April 17, 2001
Appealing workplaces are to be avoided. One wants a room with no view, so imagination can meet memory in the dark.
April 18, 2001
The adjective is the enemy of the noun.
April 19, 2001
Remember that each character must sound different from the others. And they should not all sound like you.
April 20, 2001
Resist much, obey little.
April 21, 2001
Books, if you don't put them first, tend to sulk. They retreat into a corner and refuse to work.
April 22, 2001
Say it, say it. The universe is made of stories, not of atoms.
April 23, 2001
To Guildenstern and Rosencrantz, Hamlet was a minor play.
April 24, 2001
There's no money in poetry, but then there's no poetry in money either.
April 25, 2001
It is impossible to sell animal stories in the U.S.A.
April 26, 2001
Thirty percent of Americans may write poetry, but I doubt that thirty percent read poetry, even their own.
April 27, 2001
At my first literary luncheon, a woman asked me with absolute sincerity, 'How does it feel to have written your best book first?'
April 28, 2001
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.
April 29, 2001
The only reason to write a first novel is if you absolutely can not.
April 30, 2001
The word May is a perfumed word. It is an illuminated initial. It means youth, love, song, and all that is beautiful in life.