If you are foolish enough to be contented, don't show it, but grumble with the rest.
I came to poetry through the urgent need to denounce injustice, exploitation, humiliation. I know that's not enough to change the world. But to remain silent would have been a kind of intolerable complicity.
I had to learn how to chop wood actually - I don't think my dad would have let me go chop wood in the backyard growing up.

