#poe

Poetry, like jazz, is one of those dazzling diamonds of creative industry that help human beings make sense out of the comedies and tragedies that contextualize our lives. ↗

— Aberjhani

#cultural-arts #famous-poets #humanity #jazz #jazz-appreciation-month

I try to apply colors like words that shape poems, like notes that shape music. ↗

— Joan Miro

#colors #i #like #music #notes

Art too is just a way of living. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#art

What a comfort to know that God is a poet. ↗

— Rachel Held Evans

#christianity #god #poetry #art

After all, what is art? Art is the creative process and it goes through all fields. Einstein’s theory of relativity – now that is a work of art! Einstein was more of an artist in physics than on his violin. Art is this: art is the solution of a problem which cannot be expressed explicitly until it is solved. ↗

— Piet Hein

#einstein #inventor #poet #art

The poets are supposed to liberate the words – not chain them in phrases. Who told the poets they were supposed to think? Poets are meant to sing and to make words sing. Writers don't own their words. Since when do words belong to anybody? 'Your very own words,' indeed! And who are you? ↗

— Brion Gysin

#brion-gysin #cut-ups-self-explained #poetry #art

A poet or philosopher should have no fault to find with his age if it only permits him to do his work undisturbed in his own corner; nor with his fate if the corner granted him allows of his following his vocation without having to think about other people. ↗

— Arthur Schopenhauer

#funny #misanthropy #philosophy #poets #schopenhauer

Sadness is the ambrosia of all art. ↗

— Frances Fong

#disgust #inertia #isolation #poetry #sadness

Much Madness is Divinest Sense, to a Discerning Eye.... ↗

— Emily Dickinson

#poetry #art

From the union of power and money, from the union of power and secrecy, from the union of government and science, from the union of government and art, from the union of science and money, from the union of ambition and ignorance, from the union of genius and war, from the union of outer space and inner vacuity, the Mad Farmer walks quietly away. ↗

— Wendell Berry

#poetry #union #art