#poetic

Without a sense of place the work is often reduced to a cry of voices in empty rooms, a literature of the self, at its best poetic music; at its worst a thin gruel of the ego. ↗

— William Kennedy

#cry #ego #empty #literature #music

Metaphors are dangerous. Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory. ↗

— Milan Kundera

#dangerous #enters #first #her #into

Strictly speaking, the idea of a scientific poem is probably as nonsensical as that of a poetic science. ↗

— Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel

#nonsensical #poem #poetic #probably #science

The poetry of this one is called philosophical, of that one philological, of a third rhetorical, and so on. Which is then the poetic poetry? ↗

— Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel

#philological #philosophical #poetic #poetry #rhetorical

Today not even a universal fire could make the torrential poetic production of our time disappear. But it is exactly a question of production, that is, of hand-made products which are subject to the laws of taste and fashion. ↗

— Eugenio Montale

#disappear #even #exactly #fashion #fire

When that part of the woman meets with a man, all the flowers in the world suddenly bloom! All the birds of the world gather together and sing. The entire world turns golden, and your body becomes completely relaxed and you're not sure whether you're floating on clouds of feathers. The universe comes alive, like fireworks in the night. ↗

— Kim Dong Hwa

#poetic #sex #love

It was like I’d stepped out into an afterlife. Only there were no angels. ↗

— Lucy Christopher

#afterlife

The Bible is not interested in arguing, because if you state a thesis of belief you have already stated it's opposite; if you say, I believe in God, you have already suggested the possibility of not believing in him. [p.250] ↗

— Northrop Frye

#poetic-theory #world-culture #mythology

‎Pleasure is wild and sweet. She likes purple flowers. She loves the sun and the wind and the night sky. She carries a silver bowl full of liquid moonlight. She has a cat named Midnight with stars on his paws. Many people mistrust Pleasure, and even more misunderstand her. For a long time I could barely stand to be in ...the same room with her... ↗

— J. Ruth Gendler

#pleasure #poetic #ruth-gendler #love

His green eyes blazed with desire; such a different look than I'd known before. Chase had studied me, reading my feelings. Tucker was only trying to see his own reflection. Disturbing on several levels. ↗

— Kristen Simmons

#inspiring #poetic #funny