Time, time, time. It’s always the wrong time. When is now the time?

I liked the way they treated the first, second, and third place finishers equally. It was an amazing year. I only entered two song contests this year; I won one and placed second in the other. And I entered each of them a day or two before the deadline.

We know what we are, but know not what we might be.

Concrete poets continue to turn out beautiful things, but to me they&#39;re more visual than oral, and they almost really belong on the wall rather than in a book. I haven&#39;t the least idea of where poetry is going.

Written By James Laughlin

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