I don’t belong here anymore. I belong out there, with the wind.
I write songs where ‘orange’ rhymes with ‘gorgeous’ and ‘chin’ with ‘gasoline.’
Red Shift - Ted Berrigan
I do think the time and the world in which I live is visible in my poems. I hope that it’s vivid enough that it “helps people to live their lives,” as Wallace Stevens says.’
— Graham Foust in The Quietus