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We Thought We Had Such Problems. How Were We To Know We Were Happy?

I Could End This With A Moral, As If This Were A Fable About Animals, Though No Fables Are Really About Animals.

The Genesis Of A Poem For Me Is Usually A Cluster Of Words. The Only Good Metaphor I Can Think Of Is A Scientific One: Dipping A Thread Into A Supersaturated Solution To Induce Crystal Formation. I Don't Think I Solve Problems In My Poetry; I Think I Uncover The Problems.

If The National Mental Illness Of The United States Is Megalomania, That Of Canada Is Paranoid Schizophrenia.

Things Written Down Can Cause A Great Deal Of Harm. All Too Often, People Don't Consider That.