I do increasingly feel like becoming a better writer is about trying to find new ways to solve the same problems over and over again, and I'll maybe be a good writer after I have solved the same problem ten million times.
If anxiety is the major force of our contemporary condition, a lot of poetry - including my own, mostly - sort of tries to escape that, fly off into magical thinking or bewilderment or whatever.
He just cursed at me and was yelling, 'Get away ... save me, Jesus. At that point, he was lying on his stomach and kept trying to roll into the road.