I’m probably too serious except when I get excited And can explain what to Pound it meant and did not mean. “A poetry of direct statement. Do you think of it as direct statement?” But fuck the discriminating judgment of the poetry professor I never liked. There comes a time when one can tell by attending to the ear and to the breath. “I feel like letting go.” I feel like letting go. I want to sing the line without instrumental accompaniment, without embarrassment, and make it come out from the heart.
24 October 1982