#poe

My art and poetry is very political now. Because you've got to find that truth within you and express yourself. Somewhere out there, I know, there will be people who will listen. ↗

— Jack Bowman

#because #express #express yourself #find #got

Poetry is rather an approach to things, to life, than it is typographical production. ↗

— Joseph Brodsky

#life #poetry #production #rather #than

Poetry is also the physical self of the poet, and it is impossible to separate the poet from his poetry. ↗

— Salvatore Quasimodo

#his #impossible #physical #poet #poetry

My name used to be in the papers daily As having dined somewhere, Or traveled somewhere, Or rented a house in Paris, Where I entertained the nobility. I was forever eating or traveling, Or taking the cure at Baden-Baden. Now I am here to do honor To Spoon River, here beside the family whence I sprang. No one cares now where I dined, Or lived, or whom I entertained, Or how often I took the cure at Baden-Baden! ↗

— Edgar Lee Masters

#family

I am no Poet here; my pen's the spout where the rain water of my eyes run out. ↗

— John Cleveland

#eyes #here #i #i am #out

On a summer night it can be lovely to sit around outside with friends after dinner and, yes, read poetry to each other. Keats and Yeats will never let you down, but it's differently exciting to read the work of poets who are still walking around out there. ↗

— Michael Cunningham

#around #differently #dinner #down #each

Romance like a ghost escapes touching; it is always where you are not, not where you are. The interview or conversation was prose at the time, but it is poetry in the memory. ↗

— George William Curtis

#always #conversation #escapes #ghost #interview

This is how I recognize an authentic poet: by frequenting him, living a long time in the intimacy of his work, something changes in myself, not so much my inclinations or my tastes as my very blood, as if a subtle disease had been injected to alter its course, its density and nature. To live around a true poet is to feel your blood run thin, to dream a paradise of anemia, and to hear, in your veins, the rustle of tears. ↗

— Emil Cioran

#change #cioran #emil-cioran #poet #change

Poetry is about the grief. Politics is about the grievance. ↗

— Robert Frost

#grief #grievance #poetry #politics

The Dreamfence kittens wait to jump into my dreams each time I visit heaven they jump over a dreamfence red clouds are ready for loving as I love my love paints my cats our minds are somehow stuck together as we dream together of our own heaven amd after tjeu cir; i[ inside my sweater we knit our own heavens. ↗

— Akiane Kramarik

#dreams