Poetry is an attempt to erode the fundamental masculinity of language – its assurance and confidence in meaning and sense. Poetry is an absurd attempt to express, rather than state, truth, with, of all things, the written word. Poetry succeeds when that string of words called the poem has sufficient ambiguity to offer me the opportunity to create an event in their declamation. The event – the magical coming together of me, the poem and the moment – makes the meaning, not the words.