What I don’t like are cold poems.

When I say cold I probably refer to a degree of objectivity in the writing. I want to placed inside something, in the heat of it, without a map. “Our house is like a museum: it’s very cold and you’re not allowed to touch anything.” I understand museums and they’ll always be there. Make your poem something hot. Something I’ll remember after it’s touched me.

There aren’t many risks in objectivity because objective poets are hoarding all the cards for themselves.

I like hot poems.

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