Poetry is an art of beginnings and ends. You want middles, read novels. You want happy endings, read cookbooks. … I believe in scars and making scars shine. … Form enacts finality. … We go to art to learn the unlearnable, experience the unexperiencable. … Form is the connect, primal haunt, carbon chain end-stopped. … When you slice yourself open, you don’t find a construct. … The river swims in the fish. … “Put your trust in the inexhaustible nature of the murmur.” (Breton) … Know when to shut up. …
— The Art of Recklessness