I began writing from earliest childhood, before I can even remember, but after my first small Press book came out. My mother pulled out of her dresser drawer with these very large pieces of paper that they give you in round second-grade. And on it was written, I want to be a writer, when I grow up. So something happened and I knew what I loved. And I feel very lucky and got into one. The first book of poetry, and the first book that I ever bought at age 8, was a collection of Japanese High cook. One of this little Peter pauper press, one dollar books. And how, I grow? Who grew up in New York City? Discovered that she loved Japanese nature poetry, is something of a mystery to me, but there is something deeply universal in very short poems. And they spoke to my heart; they spoke about what I want in my life to become. And that was my early poems.
So the question of the poetry role, in any culture and particularly our contemporary culture is one that really fascinates me. Because, I think it is perennial. Poetry, over time has served very different roles. In the age before there was writing, poetry was memory. It was how you remembered something accurately. Now when we can store our knowledge, you know on silicon chips and Inc. and in in so many other ways on videotape. Poetry no longer has to service the mainstream memory, and what I think it is been doing for quite a long time, it is poetry’s role to look at whatever that means in cultured ignores.
So whatever, is not being seen, is not remembered. Poetry terms towards that, so that now intimate life, intimate personal life. It is actually that talked about and more problems. But it remains poetry’s job to be present, weddings, funerals times and great transition. And to support us in our changes and in our great rights and transitions in human life, and for me poetry is a way to comprehend are life. More deeply, more widely and compassion and was suddenly, than any other former thinking. Support reserves to something and helpless feel and help us know both her own interior life and the larger life to share with us. Treating, it is foolish to let a young redwood grow next to house. Even in this one lifetime, he will have to choose, that great combine, this clutter soup pots and books already. The first branch tips brush at the window, softly, homely, immensity, taps at your life.