Wanted: a needle swift enough to sew this poem into a blanket.

I grew up watching my grandmother sew things. . . . She never threw things out, she fixed them with a needle and thread. She and I weren't close, but now that I've reached adulthood and have a child of my own, I find myself doing the same things she used to do. This was fascinating for me and I guess it's part of why I decided to make this film.

Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all the others were making ships.

A true confession: I believe in a soluble fish.

Like many others, I grew up in an age that preached liberty and built slave camps.

It is the desire for irreverence as much as anything else that brought me first to poetry. The need to make fun of authority, break taboos, celebrate the body and its functions, claim that one has seen angels in the same breath as one says that there is no god.