This hits close to home, given my weaknesses as a writer, yet I'm grateful for it: “Lyricism is the elaboration of a moment’s cowardice.”
Too bad I had to discover it on such an occasion.
A story I love about the man is here. Some nice tributes, with poems, can be found here, here, and here.
A poem from The Quicken Tree that's been on my office door for years: