To write as if your life depended on it to write across the chalkboard putting up there in public the words you have dredged sieved up in dreams from behind screen memories out of silence-- words you have dreaded and needed in order to know you exist.

The unconscious wants truth as the body does. The complexity and fecundity of dreams come from the complexity and fecundity of the unconscious struggling to fulfill that desire. The complexity and fecundity of poetry come from the same struggle.