#poetry

I could write about how I feel when I sing, write and create something from heartbreak, sorrow, sadness or just simply nothingness. How nothingness can become the most beautiful, unexplainable feeling that makes you forget about gravity for an hour. ↗

— Charlotte Eriksson

#beautiful-chaos #creative-process #creativity #heartbreak #inspiration

... unfools of unbeing ... means quite clearly people who are too stereotyped to be eccentric – people who are too dead spiritually to exist at all and who call alive individual fools ↗

— Norman Friedman

#poetry #spirituality #stereotypes #art

I take this continent with me into the grave. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#humor #poetry #art

I believe the visionaries and true reflections of society will be rewarded after their lives. Those being rewarded now are giving the public what it needs now, usually applauding its current state and clearing consciences. ↗

— Hollace M. Metzger

#hollace-m-metzger #interview #literary-quotes #poetry #science

At last everything was satisfactorily arranged, and I could not help admiring the setting: these mingled touches betrayed on a small scale the inspiration of a poet, the research of a scientist, the good taste of an artist, the gourmet’s fondness for good food, and the love of flowers, which concealed in their delicate shadows a hint of the love of women ↗

— August Strindberg

#art #food #inspiration #love #poetry

Poetry is the art of saying what you mean but disguising it. ↗

— Diane Wakoski

#disguise #poetry #art

Forge your iron; shape it by force, not into a flower you already know but into what can also be a flower if you think it is and it is so. ↗

— João Cabral de Melo Neto

#iron-forging #originality #poetry #art

My art unkind, my energy all gone blind;The limbs uneven, the face shallower,Because those who I see are not seen,Those who see me are rude indeed. So blow, blow dear winter, just blow along me! ↗

— Santosh Kalwar

#art

The emotion of art is impersonal. And the poet cannot reach this impersonality without surrendering himself wholly to the work to be done. And he is not likely to know what is to be done unless he lives in what is not merely the present, but the present moment of the past, unless he is conscious, not of what is dead, but of what is already living. ↗

— T.S. Eliot

#emotion #essay #expression #poetry #talent

In practicing the art of confusion, there is no better weapon than poetry. ↗

— Susan Hubbard

#art