“A poet's hope: to be, like some valley cheese, local, but prized elsewhere.”
“He's most likely robbing the bank as a paycheck on the world for winning the ugliness prize at his local fete three years running.”
“Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.”
“Why is anyone the way they are? That’s kind of hard to answer. Why do some people like cheese and other people hate it? Do you like cheese?”
“I've never really understood the desire people have to quantify a baby. "He's X big and Y long," As if the baby is a fish you're not sure you're going to keep. Or some prize potato you're hoping will win a prize at the county fair.”
“And the greatest of the poets, when he defined the poet, did not say that he gave us the universe or the absolute or the infinite; but, in his own larger language, a local habitation and a name.”