All Quotes By Tag: Poetry

“Poems can getsleepless tooand becomethe loneliest thingin the universe.”

“Too many poets act like a middle-aged mother trying to get her kids to eat too much cooked meat, and potatoes with drippings (tears). I don’t give a damn whether they eat or not. Forced feeding leads to excessive thinness (effete). Nobody should experience anything they don’t need to, if they don’t need poetry bully for them. I like the movies too. And after all, only Whitman and Crane and Williams, of the American poets, are better than the movies.”

“at first when the rain fell from the sky so wide and deepit smelled like sage, my favorite smellI went up on the plateau to watch it cometo see the gifts it always broughtbut this rain changed from blue to black and leftnothing.”

“One merit of poetry few persons will deny: it says more and in fewer words than prose.”

“I am not a finished poem, and I am not the song you’ve turned me into. I am a detached human being, making my way in a world that is constantly trying to push me aside, and you who send me letters and emails and beautiful gifts wouldn’t even recognise me if you saw me walking down the street where I live tomorrowfor I am not a poem. I am tired and worn out and the eyes you would see would not be painted or inspiredbut empty and weary from drinking too much at all timesand I am not the life of your party who sings and has glorious words to speakfor I don’t speak muchat alland my voice is raspy and unsteady from unhealthy living and not much sleep and I only use it when I sing and I always sing too muchor not at alland never when people are around because they expect poems and symphonies and I am nota poembut an elegyat my bestbut unedited and uncut and not a lot of people want to work with me because there’s only so much you can do with an audio take, with the plug-ins and EQs and I was born distorted, disordered, and I’m pretty fine with that,but others are not.”

“To wake the soul by tender strokes of art,To raise the genius, and to mend the heart”

“A black cat among roses,phlox, lilac-misted under a quarter moon,the sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The garden is very still.It is dazed with moonlight,contented with perfume…”

“All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.”

“Kill what you can’t savewhat you can’t eat throw outwhat you can’t throw out buryWhat you can’t bury give awaywhat you can’t give away you must carry with you,it is always heavier than you thought.”

“I am solitary as grass. What is it I miss?Shall I ever find it, whatever it is?”

“Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.”

“This is the city, and I am one of the citizens/Whatever interests the rest interests me”

“I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps outLooking, with its hooks, for something to love.”

“I do not write poetry; I take words and dip them in feelings.”

“……..Anthony T. Hincks……………….An author of life………..”