Ammon Shea stirs the pot, I’ve never looked across the room at my computer and fondly remembered things that I once read in it.

Umberto Eco being in good humor grasps the situation: writers in prose grasp the subject and the words will follow,…but  poets grasp the words and the subject will follow.

Wistawa Szymborska inspired, recites from her poem Some People Like Poetry: …Not even most of them, only a few. Not counting school where you have to…

Matthew Yeager explains that as a rule of poetic physics, longer lines move with a faster tempo than shorter lines.

Judith Ortiz Cofer encourages, The truth of poetry is like quantum physics. One should accept it even if one does not quite grasp it.

The physicist Carlos Rovelli offers it is like the point where the rainbow touches the forest. We think that we can see it—but if we go to look for it, it isn’t there.

LeBron James rebounds,  It’s all about angles and, for me, seeing things before they happen.

Oscar Wilde adds, This morning I took out a comma and this afternoon I put it back again.

Blaise Pascal takes up the challenge: The letter I have written today is longer than usual because I lacked the time to make it shorter.

Szymborska continues: one also likes chicken-noodle soup, …one likes to prove one’s point

Nancy Mairs digresses, My writing arises out of erotic impulse to another: it is an act of love.

and Yeats reflects, I am writing poetry…and as always happens, no matter how I begin, it becomes love poetry before I have finished with it.

Grown shy in such company and evening growing late, I offer death a ride on third book’s page 48 and Emily, not to be rude, politely points out The carriage held but just ourselves which reminds Shakespeare of his sonnet numbered 18 and continues his recitation with so long lives this and this gives life to thee.    
‍ ‍Umberto teases,  Is there a writer who writes only for posterity?
Dorothy Parker begins the next day’s conversation with a yawn and a lesson in hygiene,
The first thing I do in the morning is brush my teeth and sharpen my tongue.
And I turn away from “Hallway Conversations” to website’s tab “My Words” and second book’s page 83 where “The Reader” can be read.