"If you don’t valorize reading and study and thinking and imagination, you are in trouble as a culture. You remain cut off
from other cultures, other realities."
"City Lights" sounds like a lamp store -- until you remember that the lights are the poets and playwrights and writers who crowd into town to scribble verse and try to keep us from nodding off on our chilled cucumber soup
Poem white page white page poem
something is streaming out of a body in waves
something is beginning from the fingertips
they are starting to declare for my whole life
all the despair and making music
something like wave after wave
that breaks on a beach
something like bringing the entire life
to this moment
the small waves bringing themselves to white paper
something like light stands up and is alive.
