Friday, September 07, 2012
"I grew up with handsome dark blue trucks, some of them immense, everywhere in the city, every day of my life, passing in front of me, on the side of which in clean white lettering was the name SEIDEL. But I felt quite early on that I belonged somewhere else, and had to get to that somewhere else."

& also, more directly pertinent:

"I will say that learning how to write has to do in part with learning how to accede to yourself and your object, instead of writing what you think you ought to write, or what at that point in time the world thinks poetry is about. Or what you think you ought to be about. The moment comes, if it ever comes, when you have enough strength to give way, to give in to being who you are, to give in to your themes. Giving in to your obsessions, giving in to the things that you will be writing about over and over. And sometimes the things you’ll be writing about over and over are things that some people don’t find very nice."

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