I like art history and art criticism. Leo Steinberg has always been my favorite. He's very original, very accurate and acute.

The war in the poem between the warmth of Keatsian language and the chill of metaphysical analysis means that Stevens has not achieved a style that can embrace both the physical pine and the metaphysical pine.

Without play at many levels of language, from phonemes to logical structures, a poem is merely prose with linebreaks added.

I do not give the honorific name of ‘poetry’ to the primitive and the unaccomplished.

You don’t read or overhear the voice in the poem, you are the voice in the poem.

The non-artists among us are always terribly busy, but finally disappear without a trace.

When I first heard Wallace Stevens voice, it was by chance: a friend wanted to listen to the recording he had made for the Harvard Vocarium Series.

For the mind and the imagination, bookstores aren't enough, college courses aren't enough, the Internet isn't enough. Those resources are all governed by the tastes and needs of the moment. Only libraries take the long view, quietly shelving the unused with the used, knowing that one of these days the two categories will be reversed by a student's discovery of those hitherto undisturbed volumes whose contents will unsettle the learned world.

Soul or Intelligence destined to possess the sense of Identity.

For the critic, criticism is a form of natural self-expression, as poetry is to the poet. So, for a critic, criticism is a true thing. Criticism isn’t written for poets, it’s written for other readers. One hopes it is true for other readers if it’s true for oneself.