There Are Distinct Duties Of A Poet

Sometimes A Word Is Found So Right It Trembles At The Slightest Explanation.

My Inspiration Comes From Everywhere, Just Walking Down The Street And I Never Know Where It's Going To Come From, So I Keep A Notebook With Me At All Times And The Only Criteria For Anything Making It Into That Notebook Is If It Stops Me In My Tracks For Even An Instant, If It Catches My Eye Or My Ear And I Just Write It Down.

The First Book: Go Ahead, It Won't Bite. Well... Maybe A Little. More A Nip, Like. A Tingle. It's Pleasurable, Really. You See, It Keeps On Opening. You May Fall In. Sure, It's Hard To Get Started; Remember Learning To Use Knife And Fork? Dig In: You'll Never Reach Bottom. It's Not Like It's The End Of The World -- Just The World As You Think You Know It.

I Loved To Read, But I Always Thought That The Dream Was Too Far Away. The Person Who Had Written The Book Was A God, It Wasn't A Person.

What's A Word, A Talisman, To Hold Against The World?