In regards to his poetry, he writes:
Though I have sometimes begun my poems at Shades [State Park], or wherever inspiration has overtaken me, usually I scribble my drafts at the capacious writing desk my father made for me forty years ago. That, in fact, is where I’m sitting now, gazing through a window at our garden and its stoical kale and chard, and what’s left of the rifled seed heads of the sunflowers. But I can write pretty much anywhere, fortunately, poems being such portable things.
I treasure the old forms. I don’t buy the notion that because of quantum physics or stochastic ecosystems, etc. we must write in open form. Yet the contemporary, or almost contemporary, poets, who have most spoken to me—Williams, Pound, Neruda, Machado, Snyder, Stafford, Olds, Kinnell—so many others—mostly work in so-called free verse, and working in “free verse” is where I usually find myself. As I see it, the cosmos unfolds moment by moment as does our planetary ecosystem, and so too does the poem arise in the flow of consciousness as the stream of the world impinges on it. Open form seems more congenial to the nature of that fluid mental process that in some fashion corresponds to the cosmic one.
Please join us for a reading and book signing with this wonderful poet!
Sunday, August 30 at 5pm, Teatro Paraguas, 3205 Calle Marie, Santa Fe.
Free, donations graciously accepted.