Poet

Lying is done with words and also with silence.

Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, false namings of real events.

Art, whose honesty must work through artifice, cannot avoid cheating truth.

Pride is a tricky, glorious, double-edged feeling.

Poetry is above all a concentration of the power of language, which is the power of our ultimate relationship to everything in the universe.

The worker can unionize, go out on strike; mothers are divided from each other in homes, tied to their children by compassionate bonds; our wildcat strikes have most often taken the form of physical or mental breakdown.

It's exhilarating to be alive in a time of awakening consciousness; it can also be confusing, disorienting, and painful.

The mind's passion is all for singling out. Obscurity has another tale to tell.

They can rule the world while they can persuade us our pain belongs in some order is death by famine worse than death by suicide, than a life of famine and suicide?

The moment of change is the only poem.

A thinking woman sleeps with monsters.

It's exhilarating to be alive in a time of awakening consciousness; it can also be confusing, disorienting, and painful.

False history gets made all day, any day, the truth of the new is never on the news.

I want to gesture toward a poetry of ourselves and others under the conditions of twenty-first-century absolutism, making us dimensional in a time when the human concrete is continually erased by state and religious violence and by disingenuous jargon serving state power.

I want to gesture toward a poetry of ourselves and others under the conditions of twenty-first-century absolutism, making us dimensional in a time when the human concrete is continually erased by state and religious violence and by disingenuous jargon serving state power.

Lying is done with words and also with silence.

A thinking woman sleeps with monsters.

The mind's passion is all for singling out. Obscurity has another tale to tell.

Lesbian existence comprises both the breaking of a taboo and the rejection of a compulsory way of life. It is also a direct or indirect attack on the male right of access to women.

Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, false namings of real events.