Baseball Is Reassuring. It Makes

This Creature Of The Poem May Assemble Itself Into A Being With Its Own Centrifugal Force.

I'm Not Asking A Poem To Carry A Lot Of Rocks In Its Pockets. Just Being An Ordinary Observer And Liver And Feeler And Letting The Experience Get Through You Onto The Notebook With The Pen, Through The Arm, Out Of The Body, Onto The Page, Without Distortion.

Their Spirits And Their Visions Are Embodied In Their Craft. And So Is Mine. It's Not Jane Saw Puff. But The Clarity Of Jane Saw Puff Is Precious To Me.

If I Wrote In A Sonnet Form, I Would Be Distorting. Or If I Had Some Great New Idea For Line Breaks And I Used It In A Poem, But It's Really Not Right For That Poem, But I Wanted It, That Would Be Distorting.

Maybe We Can Use A Metaphor For It, Out Of Dance. I Think For Many Years I Was Aware Of The Need, In Dance And In Life, To Breathe Deeply And To Take In More Air Than We Usually Take In.