[para. 1]: "A dramatic life isn't easy, but it makes good poetry. I remember walking the streets of San Francisco with Anselm Berrigan. We were learning to be poets, comparing survival notes and sharing the insights of neophytes who are unified in a struggle to comprehend the mysteries of their chosen paths. I was working through the theoretical tangles of Language Poetry, flexing my intellectual stamina on turgid translations of French prose. Anselm balanced my cerebral conditioning with pages of James Schuyler and Frank O'Hara. We traded poems, sat up late listening to Guided by Voices, Nirvana or Pavement, pints of beer tucked in our palms."