“When I say that we have met the Martians and they are us, I am using colorful language to suggest that we may have been seeded in the process of panspermia.”

If we can no longer believe in heavenly hierarchies, extraterrestrial hierarchies will suffice.

In the interstices of language lie powerful secrets of the culture.

In a world where language and naming are power, silence is oppression, is violence.

In this disintegrative, technologically-manic time, when public language is so debased, poetry continues to matter because it’s the art that reintegrates words, speech, voice, breath, music, bodily tempo, and the powers of the imagination.

[The poet] is endowed to speak for those who do not have the gift of language, or to see for those who – for whatever reasons – are less conscious of what they are living through.

I am the androgyne, I am the living mind you fail to describe in your dead language the lost noun, the verb surviving only in the infinitive the letters of my name are written under the lids of the newborn child

Language is power… Language can be used as a means of changing reality.

Music is a language that doesn’t speak in particular words. It speaks in emotions, and if it’s in the bones, it’s in the bones.

A language is a map of our failures.