#poetry

I use rock and jazz and blues rhythms because I love that music. I hope my poetry has a relationship with good-time rock'n roll. ↗

— Adrian Mitchell

#blues #hope #i #i love #jazz

I live not in dreams but in contemplation of a reality that is perhaps the future. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#dreams

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. ↗

— Dylan Thomas

#inspirational #philosophy #poetry #age

An aged man is but a paltry thing, A tattered coat upon a stick, unless Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing For every tatter in its mortal dress ↗

— W.B. Yeats

#death #poetry #age

Spring, spring! Bytuene Mershe ant Averil, when spray biginneth to spring! When shaws be sheene and swards full fayre, and leaves both large and longe! When the hounds of spring are on winter’s traces, in the spring time, the only pretty ring time, when the birds do sing, hey-ding-a-ding ding, cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-wee, ta-witta-woo! And so on and so on and so on. See almost any poet between the Bronze Age and 1805. ↗

— George Orwell

#poetry #spring #age

Nexus I wrote stubbornly into the evening. At the window, a giant praying mantis rubbed his monkey wrench head against the glass, begging vacantly with pale eyes; and the commas leapt at me like worms or miniature scythes blackened with age. the praying mantis screeched louder, his ragged jaws opening into formlessness. I walked outside; the grass hissed at my heels. Up ahead in the lapping darkness he wobbled, magnified and absurdly green, a brontosaurus, a poet. ↗

— Rita Dove

#age

I think poor poetry writing skills are excused when you’re simply trying to flush out emotions. ↗

— Katie Kiesler

#poetry #writing #age

If you want to annoy a poet, explain his poetry. ↗

— Nassim Nicholas Taleb

#autism #details #intuition #nerd #nerdiness

No poet, no artist of any art, has his complete meaning alone. His significance, his appreciation is the appreciation of his relation to the dead poets and artists. You cannot value him alone; you must set him, for contrast and comparison, among the dead. ↗

— T.S. Eliot

#individual #poetry #tradition #art

Everything you invent is true: you can be sure of that. Poetry is a subject as precise as geometry. ↗

— Julian Barnes

#creativity #poetry #poets #reality #writers