The poems of John Haines

I remember the past with fondness and horror, don't you?

As writing becomes something technological or, worse yet, something taught, writing from the heart would seem to have no future.

Now the difference between being a clever writer and having a voice is that there is no difference.

I'm re-reading poems John Haines wrote in the 1960's when he was homesteading in Alaska and I was just beginning to read poetry. They're not all that good compared to poems I read that are being written now, they're much better.

Poets used to drive old Volvos. Those were the days.