#poet

Solaris a blaze of freedom raging. ↗

— R.J. Askew

#freedom

Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage ↗

— Richard Lovelace

#poetry #freedom

Spilling a Secret What its size, will have varying consequences. It’s not possible to predict what will happen if you open the gunnysack, let the cat escape. A liberated feline might purr on your lap, or it might scratch your eyes out. You can’t tell until you loosen the knot. Do you chance losing a friendship, if that friend’s well-being will only be preserved by betraying sworn-to silence trust? Once the seam is ripped, can it be mended again? And if that proves impossible, will you be okay when it all falls to pieces? ↗

— Ellen Hopkins

#chick-lit #contemporary #novels #poetry #spilling-a-secret

Tell me something only you know and make a new friend. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #friends #friendship #literature #literature-quotes

Secretly, deep down, everybody on Earth believes they can write poetry, apart from the members of the Poets' Guild, who know they can't. ↗

— K.J. Parker

#poetry #humor

contemporary poetry is a kind of Reykjavik, a place where accessibility and intelligence have been fighting a Cold War by proxy for the last half-century. ↗

— Nick Hornby

#poetry #humor

Words are powerful. Words make a difference. They can create and destroy. They can open doors and close doors. Words can create illusion or magic, love or destruction. … All those things. ↗

— R.M. Engelhardt

#on-writing #poet #poetry #quotes #r-m-engelhardt

They blew up your homes and demolished the grocery / stores and blocked the Red Cross and took away doctors / to jail and they cluster-bombed girls and boys / whose bodies / swelled purple and black into twice the original size / and tore the buttocks from a four month old baby / and then / they said this was brilliant ↗

— June Jordan

#war #home

Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow-- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream: Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision or in none, Is it therefore the less _gone_? _All_ that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#edgar-allan-poe #poetry #dreams

i could have told him to learn from Gatsby. from the lonely, isolated Gatsby, who also tried to retrieve his past and give flash and blood to a fancy, a dream that was never meant to be more than a dream. ↗

— Azar Nafisi

#dreams