“Kissing a rose is a dumb thing to donot just from the rose's point of view.But it's a startlike driving off a cliff's probably a finish.In beween you'll probably want to go to Mexico,get so drunk you think what you're doing is a dance.”

“Poetry is not efficient. If you want to learn how to cook a lobster, it’s probably best not to look to poetry. But if you want to see the word lobster in all its reactant oddity, its pied beauty, as if for the first time, go to poetry. And if you want to know what it’s like to be that lobster in the pot, that’s in poetry too.”

“Hark, dumbass, the error is not to fall but to fall from no height. Don't fall off a curb, fall off a cliff.”

“Here is a semi-transparent pebble I picked up on the way to my EKG. Probably worthless but it is my heart so take it. ”

“Go down any road far enoughand you'll come to a slaughterhouse,but keep going and you'll reach the sea.”

“Often beauty is disguisedby appearance just as music can beby sound, the dreaming wish by the wakingwish until there's this terrible stressbecause a thing must finally reveal itself,break itself. Leaning shadow, cinderheart, shouts. In Gorky's The Unattainable,the line begins to free itself from anyutility of contour and becomes a trajectory.One day, Gorky hung himself from a beambut left us in charge of those ravishments.Hello, interior of the sun. Usually alone on Sundays, she won't get off until late,the man steams rice because it's cheapand easy and feels in its austerity poeticlike candles during a power outageor trying on overcoats all afternoon,buying none. ”

“‎I was satisfied with haiku until I met you, jar of octopus, cuckoo's cry, 5-7-5, but now I want a russian novel, a 50-page description of you sleeping, another 75 of what you think staring at your window.”