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While the novelist is banging on his typewriter, the poet is watching a fly in the windowpane.

Billy Collins

It’s time to float on the waters of the night. Time to wrap my arms around this book and press it to my chest, life preserver in a seat of unremarkable men and women anonymous faces on the street, a hundred thousand unalphabitized things a million forgotten hours.
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Arms Book Men Night Preserve Press
I knew that poets seemed to be miserable.
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Miserable Poet Seemed
I thought I would be completely content if I was recognized at some later point in my life as a third-rate Wallace Stevens.
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Life People Poet Popular Recognized Thought
I have one of these early memories where I’m in the back of my parents’ car, a place I loved to spend a lot of time as an only child, not having to fight with venomous siblings over the only toy.
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Child Early Memories Parents Time Venomous
I think my poems are slightly underrated by the word accessible.
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Accessible Poems Thinking Underrated
I hope the poem, as it goes on, gets more complicated, a little more demanding, a little more ambiguous or speculative, so that we’re drifting away from the casual beginning of the poem into something a little more serious.
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Demanding Goes Littles On Serious
I saw him looking up at her and what she was doing the way the eyes of saints are painted when they are looking up at God when he is doing something remarkable, something that identifies him as God.
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God Looking Remarkable Saint Something
It seems only yesterday I used to believe there was nothing under my skin but light. If you cut me I could shine.
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Believe Cutting Yesterday
I could feel the day offering itself to me, and I wanted nothing more than to be in the moment-but which moment? Not that one, or that one, or that one.
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Feels Moments Offering
Particularly when I thought of myself as a Wallace Stevens acolyte, I wrote very difficult poetry and I was really guilty of not knowing what I was talking about. I was going for a kind of clever verbal effect. I was trying to sound linguistically or verbally interesting.
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Clever Reading Talking
When you get a poem [in a public place], it happens to you so suddenly that you don’t have time to deploy your anti-poetry deflector shields that were installed in high school.
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Inspiration Motivation School
But my heart is always propped up in a field on its tripod, ready for the next arrow.
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Arrows Fields Heart
The great thing about the game of poetry is that it’s always your turn – I guess that goes back to my being an only child. So once it’s under way, there is a sense of flow.
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Child Game Great Poetry Thing Under Way
There’s a lot of unconscious activity that goes on I think in the composition of a poem.
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Goes On Thinking Unconscious
I try to presume that no one is interested in me. And I think experience bears that out. No one’s interested in the experiences of a stranger – let’s put it that way. And then you have difficulty combined with presumptuousness, which is the most dire trouble with poetry.
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Combined Experience Poetry Stranger
I felt at some point that I had nothing to lose, and [laughs] maybe I was wrong. I think, you know, there’s always these little autobiographical secrets behind things. I think I was really attacking my earlier self, and this kind of pretentious figure.
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Laughing Self Thinking

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