My Mother Turned Into A

I'm Standing Up Thinking. Anybody Who Wants To Listen Is Welcome. If Not, I'm Happy To See Them Go.

I Am Quite Unsatisfied By The Distinctions Between The Oral And Literate.

I Was Very Committed To The Process Of Composing, Working At Poems, Putting Things Together And Taking Them Apart Like Some Kind Of Experimental Filmmaker.

I Didn't Think About Whether I Was Writing Poems. I Was Thinking. And The More I Was Thinking, The More There Was I Didn't Understand.

My Mother Turned Into A Professional Widow. She Couldnt Understand Why I Wanted To Be An Engineer; She Thought I Should Be A Chicken Farmer.