"Never explain- your reader is as smart as you. Your reader is not just any reader, but is the rare one with ears in h…"

"Compose aloud: poetry is a sound."

"He whom we anatomized ‘whose words we gathered as pleasant flowers and thought on his wit and how neatly he described…"

"Then he saw his ghosts glitter with golden hands, the Emperor sliding up and up from his tomb alongside Charles. Thes…"

"Remember, imbeciles and wits, sots and ascetics, fair and foul, young girls with little tender tits, that is written …"

"Mine was a threeplank bed whereon I lay and cursed the weary sun. They took away the prison clothes and on the frosty…"

"The sea has no renewal, no forgetting, no variety of death, is silent with the silence of a single note."

"Poetry? It's a hobby. I run model trains. Mr Shaw there breeds pigeons. It's not work. You don't sweat. Nobody pays f…"

"Who says it's poetry, anyhow? My ten year old can do it and rhyme. Mr Hines says so, and he's a schoolteacher, he oug…"

"There are the Alps. What is there to say about them? They don't make sense. Fatal glaciers, crags cranks climb, jumbl…"