Eileen Myles

I’m photographing each thing before I write about it. Inventory is key to the moving experience.

I’ve never been an “idea” writer. I have like a spurt then I go do something else.

This irregular hiss of trees and wind. I think it is my mother. And I am her son, and you are my dog.

once upon a time I wanted a dog exactly as much as I wanted to be alive. Maybe I didn’t even want a dog then. I wanted to say that I was alive.

No I was a kid who was desperate to be seen in a state of desire & supplication.

because the past is so often a place whose colors are only in my mind.)

. I admit I’ve wanted to be a movie star to be seen in that disgraceful and hungry way

be still, to be fixed, to be sad.

You have to touch on something repeatedly but what could it be? How could that happen if time was your problem. What could you touch?

How unabashedly corrupt of a governor to entice a total fool—a poet—practically a clown’s occupation to take care of the people of a state.