I'd call Becky and Colette and read them my poems, and when I made them cry, I knew I was in some sort of pantheon. The day my poems won me my first kisses on the lips, I might have even thought I was a god. To hell with Jim Morrison. And I wrote. How hubristic that seems.
Poetry is too sacred a thing, too evanescent a being to be captured like that.
I am not yet worthy to stand beside Issa , or Basho , Ginsburg or Ammons or Oliver or Wakoski . I will keep on scribbling in notebooks, and I will hope that when I die, my wife will hide them away. Well, listen, I have to go. I have to call Steve and Jim, and we have some heavy lifting ahead of us. It ain't like the old times, but it'll do.