All Quotes By Tag: Poetry

“the poet I saw once…but whose words have long beenin my mind, windows of invincible candles… ”

“And when I stand in the receiving linelike Jackie Kennedywithout the pillbox hat,if Jackie were fat and had taken enough Klonopinto still an ox,and you whisperI think of youevery day,don’t finish withbecause I’ve been going to Weight Watcherson Tuesdays and wonder if you want to go too.”

“I am republicI am maoistI am activistand I am thisand I am thatbut why?Why can’t; I be”

“The answer to our existence lies in existence itself.”

“It is not what they built. It is what they knocked down.It is not the houses. It is the spaces between the houses.It is not the streets that exist. It is the streets that no longer exist.”

“Sun-struck, stuck in mid tropic strut, it sometimes standsas if considering how to cool avian plastic,dive into the mown lagoon of lawn;how take flight on dayglow flap-doodle wings, no matterif it is ball-bald going nowhere fast.”

“If words allow themselves to be handled, it is with the help of infinite carefulness. One has to welcome them, listen to the, before asking any service of them. Words are living things closely involved with human life.”

“Landscape is my religion….God in a green legend, I lean over the poolIn a testament of leaves. I dangle my twinkling mood Before me in a cool cave roofed with branchesAnd floored with a skin of water. ”

“We are spirits clad in veils.”

“How are poets able to unzip what they see around them, calling forth a truer essence from behind a common fact? Why, reading a verse about a pear, do you see past the fruit in so transcendent a way?”

“Each and every words count.Each and every thoughts count.”

“Consider the difference between the first and third person in poetry […] It’s like the difference between looking at a person and looking through their eyes.”

“One writes a poem when one is so taken up by an emotional concept that one is unable to remain silent.”

“The moon people do not eat by swallowing food but by smelling it. Their money is poetry – actual poems, written out on pieces of paper whose value is determined by the worth of the poem itself.”

“Where to start?Everything cracks and shakes,The air trembles with similes,No one world’s better than another;the earth moans with metaphors.”