I'm in a situation now, and I have been for ten or fifteen years, where there's no point in my being in a hurry.

I've had this reoccurring dream for the last ten to fifteen years.

I have no understanding how I got to that point. In a panic situation, you don't always make good decisions.

I smoke ten to fifteen cigars a day. At my age I have to hold on to something.

I'm saying look, here they come, pay attention. Let your eyes transform what appears ordinary, commonplace, into what it is, a moment in time, an observed fragment of eternity.

Meet some people who care about poetry the way you do. You'll have that readership. Keep going until you know you're doing work that's worthy. And then see what happens. That's my advice.