#poetry

I gave up on new poetry myself 30 years ago when most of it began to read like coded messages passing between lonely aliens in a hostile world. ↗

— Russell Baker

#began #between #coded #gave #hostile

Poetry is so vital to us until school spoils it. ↗

— Russell Baker

#school #spoils #until #us #vital

An experienced reader uses the poem as an agent of inquiry. This makes poetry very exciting, unstable, and interactive. ↗

— John Barton

#exciting #experienced #inquiry #interactive #makes

In the past, poetry came in the form of spells and chants used to effect change. ↗

— John Barton

#change #effect #form #in the past #past

Poetry is but another form of inquiry into the nature of phenomena, using with its own unique procedures and tools. ↗

— John Barton

#form #inquiry #into #nature #own

When I was in college, I used to write little ditties and short stories and poetry for my friends. Writing a book is another thing. It is so much different from my traditional day of dirty fingernails and greasy hair and hot pans. ↗

— Mario Batali

#book #college #day #different #dirty

Summer night-- even the stars are whispering to each other. ↗

— Kobayashi Issa

#stars

Now goes under, and I watch it go under, the sun That will not rise again. Today has seen the setting, in your eyes cold and senseless as the sea, Of friendship better than bread, and of bright charity That lifts a man a little above the beasts that run. That this could be! That I should live to see Most vulgar Pride, that stale obstreperous clown, So fitted out with purple robe and crown To stand among his betters! Face to face With outraged me in this once holy place, Where Wisdom was a favoured guest and hunted Truth was harboured out of danger, He bulks enthroned, a lewd, an insupportable stranger! I would have sworn, indeed I swore it: The hills may shift, the waters may decline, Winter may twist the stem from the twig that bore it, But never your love from me, your hand from mine. Now goes under the sun, and I watch it go under. Farewell, sweet light, great wonder! You, too, farewell,-but fare not well enough to dream You have done wisely to invite the night before the darkness came. ↗

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

#dreams

How many unuttered words died in the heads of those for whom a word was too expensive. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#expensive #heads #literature #literature-quotes #philosophy

Do not look too far for you will see nothing. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #literature #literature-quotes #nothing #philosophy