Damn'd neuters, in their middle way of steering, Are neither fish, nor flesh, nor good red herring.
I think e-mail and social media and all that has made me feel way less isolated than ever before.
Most people are trying to go digital, and trying to do different things with poetry. McSweeney's is going in the opposite direction - going more classic, and retro, which is all coming back.
There's an attraction to emotional clusters or hypocrisies or awkwardness. A desire to expose something or point at something that's already poking out.
People who are too uptight make me nervous.
I think I love humor in poetry, but not that slapstick cheap easy humor, but that uncomfortable, "did she say that out loud?" kind of humor.
I think my way of being "funny" is just saying things that people think but have learned not to say, whereas, I haven't learned not to say them.
I never knew a trader in philanthropy who was not wrong in his head or heart somewhere or other.
Biographical history, as taught in our public schools, is still largely a history of boneheads; ridiculous kings and queens, paranoid political leaders, compulsive voyagers, ignorant general the flotsam and jetsam of historical currents. The men who radically altered history, the great scientists and mathematicians, are seldom mentioned, if at all.
When I was saving pills to kill myself, I thought there was no hope. I thought my life was over because I was a homosexual.
The U. S. population, a mere four or five percent of the world total, creates half the world's toxic waste.