Is it not careless to become too local when there are four hundred billion stars in our galaxy alone.
You have your identity when you find out, not what you can keep your mind on, but what you can't keep your mind off.
I can't tell you where a poem comes from, what it is, or what it is for: nor can any other man. The reason I can't tell you is that the purpose of a poem is to go past telling, to be recognised by burning.
Even if you walk exactly the same route each time - as with a sonnet - the events along the route cannot be imagined to be the same from day to day, as the poet's health, sight, his anticipations, moods, fears, thoughts cannot be the same.
If we ask a vague question, such as, 'What is poetry?' we expect a vague answer, such as, 'Poetry is the music of words,' or 'Poetry is the linguistic correction of disorder.'
There's something to be said in favor of working in isolation in the real world.
If the greatest god is the stillness all the motions add up to, then we must ineluctably be included.
Everything is discursive opinion instead of direct experience.
Questions structure and, so, to some extent predetermine answers.
A poem generated by its own laws may be unrealized and bad in terms of so-called objective principles of taste, judgement, deduction.
I take the walk to be the externalization of an interior seeking so that the analogy is first of all between the external and the internal.