A fine interview with Carl Phillips here.
I highly recommend From the Devotions. Here is a scrap from "The Blue Castrato" that flared at me:
II. To His Diary
Played Mister Lazy, mostly. Found
the weather fine, but did not step
inside it. Prayed, as usual. Read
the new books that, if I don’t watch out,
I shall find myself fairly whelmed
by. Over soup, had wrongful thoughts—
only of wanting something like more
variety, but bad is bad:
said prayer again. Restored, I glued
the handle back on the broken pot
I’ve never loved: no color, badly
fired. Though it looks more humble now,
I like it more. . . . The evening quiet.
Some hunger (food, et al.). Resisted.
Also, this exquisite bit from "On Restraint":
There are horses in the distance, so say so.
There are horses in the distance,
not running, smoke-still.
Not running yet: the idea of To run.
Not running but getting ready to run.
There are no horses in the distance, but
There is smoke,
or a fog that, from this distance,
is any number of horses, not running.