Poet Monica de la Torre: “Reading C.D. Wright is one way of renewing my vows.” In my own crisis of faith (poetry, are you kidding?), in sense of futility v making a mark, I renew my vows in the language of C.D. Wright.

Yehuda Amichai catches the whiff, the fleeting sorrow of unity undone, the blue-gold tones of farewell and its all up to You in his poem about the closing of gates on Yom Kippur, the end of the High Holidays. What a gorgeous poem!

"To be alive and aware is an act of resistance."

The fabulous – in spite of everything. Including. Everything.

Megyn Kelly It feels like SATAN is running the World at the moment ....

Gertrude Stein on identity: a mix of Stein modernism and Groucho Marx: And identity is funny/being yourself is funny/as you are never yourself to yourself…

Picasso: “It should be possible to show the painting that is underneath the painting.” The same guy who said that painter should paint with his ears, joyously quoted by Gertrude Stein.

I’m admiring the booty from #AWP. Somehow titles arrange themselves with their own coherence: I. Transit. End.

“Poetry is a necessity of life. It is a function of poetry to locate those zones inside us that would be free, and declare them so.” C.D. Wright #poetry

Happy Valentine’s Day to all besotted poets! That the muse will never love you back as you want… so be it. How many other obsessions track the nature of desire so poignantly?

Who, who, who is the secret admirer that sent me a poem via #poetrydaily It came sizzling from off stage, a risqué, high-octane query. Thank you, admirer.

We saw the crescent sun through a tinted glass roof in Rhode Island. The sun god whittled down to a sliver!

"derriere un kleenex" -- where else would you be upon hearing of Francoise Hardy's death? The cool of her being coincided with a perplexity -- how to be in love, in the world, be beautiful, be a human. Now, as her wonderfully witty song mused: "Comment te dire adieu?" Amour.

The muse may be inscrutable, but she knows her stuff. Amour. #RestInBeats

Fullness - and concentration - is all! A moving round of late-summer reflections, via the concision and depth of poets.

If he had only written “ Help Me Through the Night,” it would have been enough. And sung it. And had Joan Baez sing it. But he did so much more. #awe #KrisKristofferson