#poe

The same people who are murdered slowly in the mechanized slaughterhouses of work are also arguing, singing, drinking, dancing, making love, holding the streets, picking up weapons and inventing a new poetry. ↗

— Raoul Vaneigem

#arguing #dancing #drinking #holding #inventing

My poems are almost all written as Diane. I don't have any problems with that, and if other women choose to identify with this, I think that's terrific. ↗

— Diane Wakoski

#any #choose #diane #i #i think

My favorite subject probably was math. I love math. Figures just intrigue me. I was really good at math. English probably was my worst subject. But I used to write a lot of poetry. I used to write poetry all the time. ↗

— Herschel Walker

#favorite #figures #good #i #i love

Poetry is as necessary to comprehension as science. It is as impossible to live without reverence as it is without joy. ↗

— Henry Beston

#life

How do poems grow? They grow out of your life. ↗

— Robert Penn Warren

#grow #how #life #out #poems

...when a good poet is confronted with difficult facts that he knows to be true but also are inimical to poetry, he has no choice but to flee to the margins; it was...this very retreat that allowed him to hear the hidden music that is the source of all art. ↗

— Orhan Pamuk

#writing-poetry #art

Twitter was like a poem. It was rich, real and spontaneous. It really fit my style. In a year and a half, I tweeted 60,000 tweets, over 100,000 words. I spent a minimum eight hours a day on it, sometimes 24 hours. ↗

— Ai Weiwei

#eight #fit #half #hours #i

I didn't want to deal in poetry. I got rid of that after a few months. ↗

— Tom Wesselmann

#deal #few #got #i #months

Each in the most hidden sack kept the lost jewels of memory, intense love, secret nights and permanent kisses, the fragment of public or private happiness. A few, the wolves, collected thighs, other men loved the dawn scratching mountain ranges or ice floes, locomotives, numbers. For me happiness was to share singing, praising, cursing, crying with a thousand eyes. I ask forgiveness for my bad ways: my life had no use on earth. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#love #memory #pablo-neruda #poetry #forgiveness

I love you for what you are Though your heart bears scars From life's harsh tempests I would not wish it unblemished Each wound carved your strength Suffering gave you wisdom These flaws make you perfect ↗

— Mark Caney

#love #poetry #life