#poet

Poetry is the language we speak in the most terrifying or ecstatic passages of our lives. But the very word poetry scares people. They think of their grade school teachers reciting 'Hiawatha' and they groan. ↗

— Erica Jong

#grade #grade school #language #lives #most

The music of language became extremely important to me, and obvious to me. By the time I was seven I was writing myself. I was a poet. ↗

— June Jordan

#by the time #extremely #i #important #language

Musings The little poets sing of little things: Hope, cheer, and faith, small queens and puppet kings; Lovers who kissed and then were made as one, And modest flowers waving in the sun. The mighty poets write in blood and tears And agony that, flame-like, bites and sears. They reach their mad blind hands into the night, To plumb abysses dead to human sight; To drag from gulfs where lunacy lies curled, Mad, monstrous nightmare shapes to blast the world. [click on the thumbnail by Jack "King" Kirby] ↗

— Robert E. Howard

#monsters #nightmare #poets #faith

How can I tell Bob that my happiness streams from having wrenched a piece out of my life, a piece of hurt and beauty, and transformed it to typewritten words on paper? How can he know I am justifying my life, my keen emotions, my feeling, by turning it into print? ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#poetry #writing #beauty

That's the way it is with poetry: When it is incomprehensible it seems profound, and when you understand it, it is only ridiculous. ↗

— Galway Kinnell

#only #poetry #profound #ridiculous #seems

We are looking to brands for poetry and for spirituality, because we're not getting those things from our communities or from each other. ↗

— Naomi Klein

#brands #communities #each #getting #looking

The trouble with us in America isn't that the poetry of life has turned to prose, but that it has turned to advertising copy. ↗

— Louis Kronenberger

#america #copy #life #poetry #prose

Why are you so hard on yourself? I love you just the way you are, with your withered coat and wet scarf dangling like a spotless chandelier. The snow banks in Montreal are high, but I can see your trace, and silent grace and tin cup through the paned window. The precipitation melts your face, distorting your expression through the aged glass; broken, when I threw ancient stones to get your attention as a child. I wanted a friend. The honest kind. ↗

— V.S. Atbay - Epiphany A Collection of Poems

#poetry-quotes #age

What does that represent? There was never any question in plastic art, in poetry, in music, of representing anything. It is a matter of making something beautiful, moving, or dramatic - this is by no means the same thing. ↗

— Fernand Leger

#anything #art #beautiful #does #dramatic

Poetry is not communication with angels or with the "subconscious." It is communication with the guts, genitals, and five portals of sense. Nothing more. ↗

— Thomas Pynchon

#communication