To Write You Must Be Warm, Fed,

I Don't Think I Write Well - Just Better Than Anyone Else.

In Times When Nothing Stood But Worsened, Or Grew Strange, There Was One Constant Good: She Did Not Change.

Any Memory For The Most Part Depending On Chance.

To Start At A New Place Is Always To Feel Incompetent & Unwanted.

The Poetic Impulse Is Distinct From Ideas About Things Or Feelings About Things, Though It May Use These. It's More Like A Desire To Separate A Piece Of One's Experience & Set It Up On Its Own, An Isolated Object Never To Trouble You Again, At Least Not For A Bit. In The Absence Of This Impulse Nothing Stirs.