“ Poetry: three mismatched shoes at the entrance of a dark alley. ”
A true confession: I believe in a soluble fish.
~ Charles Simic
One writes because one has been touched by the yearning for and the despair of ever touching the Other.
In their effort to divorce language and experience, deconstructionist critics remind me of middle-class parents who do not allow their children to play in the street.
Like many others, I grew up in an age that preached liberty and built slave camps.
