Some days, who can stare at swathes of sky, leafage and bad-complected whale-gray streets, tailpipes and smokestacks orating sepia exhaust, or the smaller enthusiasms of pistil and mailbox key, and not weep for the world's darks on lights, lights on… — W. S. Di Piero Copy Share Image
Some days, who can stare at swathes of sky, leafage and bad-complected whale-gray streets, tailpipes and smokestacks orating sepia exhaust, or the smaller enthusiasms… — W. S. Di Piero Copy Share Image
One of the appeals of William Carlos Williams to me is that he was many different kinds of poet. He tried out many different… — W. S. Di Piero Copy Share Image
This constant stream of qualia we feel in our stomachs. The big-leafed plant lifts its wings to greet the planet's chemistry, the sun arrives… — W. S. Di Piero Copy Share Image
When I came into consciousness as a writer when I was in my early 20s, I just assumed that a writer did - a… — W. S. Di Piero Copy Share Image
You can't be a poet certainly of my generation and not have deep in your animal brain the comment of William Carlos Williams, no… — W. S. Di Piero Copy Share Image
I've spent most of my life in cities, and so I've always lived with the curiosity about what makes for city cultures and how… — W. S. Di Piero Copy Share Image
A lot of the stuff that I see, because it's part of the work that I do, is look at pictures and photographs and… — W. S. Di Piero Copy Share Image
When I think about what really matters, it's not looking at art that has made the most difference or has been most shaping of… — W. S. Di Piero Copy Share Image
When you're writing - when I'm writing anyway - I'm writing out of different kinds of preoccupations and obsessions, different forms of drivenness, and… — W. S. Di Piero Copy Share Image
