What I've discovered is that in art, as in music, there's a lot of truth-and then there's a lie. The artist is essentially creating his work to make this lie a truth, but he slides it in amongst all the others. The tiny little lie is the moment I live for, my moment. It's the moment that the audienc
I was the dork in high school who sang musical numbers up and down the hallways.
The only thing that can save the world is the reclaiming of the awareness of the world. That's what poetry does.