#poe

Poetry is dying first. It'll be absorbed into prose sooner or later. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#pose #the-arts #writing #art

The Beats and the Pranksters showed us different ways of opting out of society. They were both the personification of countercultural movements. The Beats were trying to change literature, and the Pranksters were trying to change the people and the country. Kesey, in fact, was his own cultural revolution, striving to keep the upbeat, freedom-loving spirit of America alive. ↗

— Sterling Lord

#beat-poetry #ken-kesey #pranksters #change

Music straightjackets a poem and prevents it from breathing on its own, whereas it liberates a lyric. Poetry doesn't need music; lyrics do. ↗

— Stephen Sondheim

#lyricists #music #poetry #music

Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod, one night sailed off in a wooden shoe; Sailed off on a river of crystal light into a sea of dew. "Where are you going and what do you wish?" the old moon asked the three. "We've come to fish for the herring fish that live in this beautiful sea. Nets of silver and gold have we," said Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod. ↗

— Eugene Field

#beauty

It's better to have nothing,' the children were saying. ↗

— Marilynne Robinson

#homelessness #poetic-fiction #beauty

Let me live my final days whole. Let my memory remain that I might know love's face. Life don't unwrap me to be fed to scavengers. I want to escape into light - not exist in darkness. ↗

— Susie Clevenger

#death #life #light #living #love

Your beautiful mouth was moving like a caterpillar. I reached out and tried to catch it. ↗

— Lucy Christopher

#beauty

Hungry for beautiful words, the fox comes rooting around in the hedge, almost too close to the fire. He reads my mind with one glance and is gone. All my poetry is now trotting around the bushes inside him, maybe some day to be partly eaten or left to rot. He understands being alive for as long as he can be, and does not worry about why, or what might happen afterwards. ↗

— Jay Woodman

#death #fire #fox #hunger #hungry

...I will find once again the light of your beauty - your colored windows in the night... ↗

— John Geddes

#light #love #love-lost #poetry-quotes #beauty

if i or anybody don't know where it her his my next meal's coming from i say to hell with that that doesn't matter (and if he she it or everybody gets a bellyful without lifting my finger i say to hell with that i say that doesn't matter) but if somebody or you are beautiful or deep or generous what i say is whistle that sing that yell that spell that out big (bigger than cosmic rays w ar earthquakes famine or the ex prince of whoses diving into a whatses to rescue miss nobody's probably handbag) because i say that's not swell (get me) babe not (understand me) lousy kid that's something else my sweet (i feel that's true) ↗

— E.E. Cummings

#beauty