Without needing to be theoretically instructed, consciousness quickly realizes that it is the site of variously contending discourses.
The kind of poet who founds and reconstitutes values is somebody like Yeats or Whitman - these are public value-founders.
As writers and readers, as sinners and citizens, our realism and our aesthetic sense make us wary of crediting the positive note.
In poetry, everything can be faked but the intensity of utterance.
My language and my sensibility are yearning to admit a kind of religious or transcendent dimension. But then there's the reality: there's no Heaven, no afterlife of the sort we were promised, and no personal God.
Poetry is more a threshold than a path.