After the living man the dead body is nothing at all; similarly nothing tangible or objective brings on our feeling of nausea; what we experience is a kind of void, a sinking sensation.
“I’m agnostic, entirely agnostic, to both formal and free fundamentalism. Neither makes much sense to me. Our poems have their own ambitions and at times tack and veer toward one way of being or another. Should we not listen to our poems? Should we not remain open to the vast possibilities of technique? To the mere joy of making? Painters and sculptors have been showing us the way for how long now? And poets still have much to learn from the best of them.”
Rowan Ricardo Phillips