This is how I write. I think of something to say like, “apples are green.” And then I get another unrelated idea (these days, I like drawing ideas from quantum physics), and then I say something utterly random about both of them and let both explode into their own nuclear fusion of meaning. “Apples are green. The great star is one. All matter under a trembling god.” And then I experiment with different contexts to put them in. Sometimes though, I begin by strolling through my neighborhood and let the atmosphere do the talking for me. It’s quite lovely in my home town, and come sunset all the Bougainvilleas are on fire. When I get home I already have an ode in my heart. So it’s not that hard for me to find a right context to write in. Seasons, the city, love, math, the universe, breakups, old houses, poverty. All I do is say things clearly and obscure the matter with fire.