When you begin a poem you know you're going to get a stack of pithy
bullshit, and not much else. When you start hiking down the broken lines,
you'll proabably jump off disinterested before you reach the bottom. It's
like a tall glass of pith -- how much can you really drink!

Poetry's like soda syrup. Concentrated, too goddamn sweet. People want to
let their eyes run sometimes. Eyes need to run. Eyes are like dogs in
that regard.

Eyes are aliens. They're not of this earth. They are symbiotes. They're
where the mind is. That's why we're so often of two minds. Our minds are
in each of our two eyes. Our brains are just big lummoxes in ill-fitting
suits who carry out orders. Those sneaky star gazers, they're runnin' the
show!