Interview excerpted from the Association of Writers and Writing Programs:
I have the feeling that a line of poetry is the articulated dying breath. We sing a lullaby to a child because he doesn’t want to go to sleep. He wants to stay up. Maybe the child is afraid of sleep. So we sing to the child to tell him it’s okay to go to sleep. In the same way that a child doesn’t want to go to sleep, I think sometimes we deny our death. We deny that it happens.
Language is almost an inconvenience.
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