When I'm not at work, I spend time with my wife, read many books, try to write the kind of stuff I want to read, and stomp around old, dusty places to shoot photos I want to see.
I always remember the schoolyards in grammar school, when the word “poet” or “poetry” came up, all the little guys would laugh and mock it. I can see why, because it’s a fake product. It’s been fake and snobbish and inbred for centuries. It’s over-delicate. It’s over-precious. It’s a bunch of trash. Poetry for the centuries is almost total trash. It’s a con, a fake.