Archives - April 2011

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.
 

The only real prison is fear, and the only real freedom is freedom from fear.
 

Never confuse the size of your paycheck with the size of your talent.
 

Friendship is born at the moment when one person says to another, “What! You too? I thought I was the only one.”
 

I would rather regret the things I have done than the things that I have not.
 

Like butterflies in Spring
Poetry awakens the Spirit,
stirs the imagination and explores
the possibilities with each stroke of its rhythmic wings.
 

We could have bought a small yacht with what we spent on our dog and all the things he destroyed. Then again, how many yachts wait by the door all day for your return?
 

To love what you do and feel that it matters --- how could anything be more fun?
 

All that is gold does not glitter; not all those that wander are lost.
 

It is the job of poetry to clean up our word-clogged reality by creating silences around things.
 

Keep your love of nature, for that is the true way to understand art and more.
 

An original idea. That can’t be too hard. The library must be full of them.
 

If you think taking care of yourself is selfish, change your mind. If you don’t, you’re simply ducking your responsibilities.
 

Don’t ever confuse the two, your life and your work. That’s what I have to say. The second is only part of the first.
 

Browsing the dim back corner
Of a musty antique shop
Opened an old book of poetry
Angels flew out from the pages
I caught the whiff of a soul
The ink seemed fresh as today
Was that voices whispering?
The tree of the paper still grows.
 

The truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it.
 

I'm proud to pay taxes in the United States; the only thing is, I could be just as proud for half the money.
 

Writing gives you the illusion of control, and then you realize it’s just an illusion, that people are going to bring their own stuff into it.
 

The only thing money gives you is the freedom of not worrying about money.
 

You know you’ve read a good book when you turn the last page and feel a little as if you have lost a friend.
 

Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.
 

The only problem
with Haiku is that you just
get started and then
 

Easter spells out beauty, the rare beauty of new life.
 

Real luxury is time and opportunity to read for pleasure.
 

Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out.... Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.
 

People who say they don’t care what people think are usually desperate to have people think they don’t care what people think.
 

The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.
 

Life literally abounds in comedy if you just look around you.
 

Poets are like baseball pitchers. Both have their moments. The intervals are the tough things.
 

At first, dreams seem impossible, then improbable, and eventually inevitable.