What I don't know, as they say, could fill volumes. And it actually has filled a couple, if not more, of the volumes I've written.
Part of the difficulty (there's that word again) of being a writer is trying to move back and forth between ambition and humility.
Ambition in the work--the text, the project--is a necessary and important thing. Ambition for position in the poetry or art world is quite another thing.
I'm a person who hasn't moved with ease in the world. So suspect anything I say. Suspect anything anyone says, I say.
Expectations of success or of being understood are almost inevitably destined to meet with disappointment.
Believe me, I know. Good intentions aren't immediately recognizable by others.
Where humility enters into things for me is with the recognition that I will frequently fail to accomplish what I want to do as an artist. That's not a pleasant recognition. But it is a very real one.