and chicken carcasses among other delicacies cataloged in "Refrigerator, 1957," but not anything whose ingredients call for maraschino cherries, "full, fiery globes like strippers/at a church social." Maybe he is outraged by the cruel treatment the cherries endure in order to become maraschino, but what he actually says is this: "you do not eat/that rips the heart with joy."from Kristen Hoggart: The Smart Set: Ask a Poet: On Dining, Hygiene, Miracles, and Publishing
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When you are a poet in this age, your eyes go bad from too much time spent in front of the computer screen and you may develop carpal tunnel syndrome from deleting and rewriting lines or words or punctuation marks. You won't exercise as much as you should because maybe after a hard day's work, you would rather write a poem than run three miles like your doctor recommends.
from Kristen Hoggart: The Smart Set: Ask a Poet: On Fashion, Pay, and Patriotism
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We were never hunted down and punished because we felt, as perhaps did the appropriate authorities, that we had poetic license: We had the right to get naked, we had the right to paint our bodies, we had the right to scribble another classmate's epigram next to our spattered silhouettes: "I cannot believe in you,/however I will continue/compulsively counting."
from Kristen Hoggart: The Smart Set: Ask a Poet: On Happiness, Love, and License
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