#poetry

I don't think it's always good to read lots of poetry. ↗

— Amber Tamblyn

#good #i #lots #poetry #read

Everyone thinks they're going to write one book of poems or one novel. ↗

— Marilyn Hacker

#book #everyone #going #novel #poems

Poetry is the key to the hieroglyphics of nature. ↗

— David Hare

#nature #poetry

He fertilizes a phrase or a line of poetry for weeks and then gives birth to it in a speech. ↗

— John Colville

#fertilizes #gives #line #phrase #poetry

If there's no money in poetry, neither is there poetry in money. ↗

— Robert Graves

#neither #poetry

You will find poetry nowhere unless you bring some of it with you. ↗

— Joseph Joubert

#bring #find #nowhere #some #unless

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. ↗

— Carl Sandburg

#asking #dance #echo #shadow

Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance. ↗

— John Keats

#almost #appear #highest #his #own

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art-- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite. ↗

— John Keats

#art

In the kingdom of MySpace, the eHarmony Band used to think themselves more than a match for the E-Street Band with their new folksonomy and flash algorithms, but their Rick Roll Skyrock was so raucous the soundpedia citizendium of Wikicity spread the Google buzz that soon roused the princes of the realm, Habbo, Bebo, senile Weibo and the twins Badoo and Bahu, to decide there and then that the lead Orkut Xing who fancied himself a latter day Bing Dogsby (not Crosby; nor Stills or Nash) was a foursquare odd no-class niki trying to yahoo his way into the charts! They would hire their friendsters, flixsters, adult friendfinders and paypals to drive the upstart and his Hype machine from the United Territories of Wikimedia to exile as a twitpic on the tweetdeck of Pandora's Last.fm. The hapless Cloob skyped off to the Thin Line Strait hoping to stumbleupon networks where Tags and eBay could scrobble him some hiding space, linkedin as they were to oceans of personal information and hyves of technorati. He did not reckon on being waylaid by an army of Iphonic Apps and their lackeys, the Mixi Trolls of Japanese stock, stunted descendants of Godzilla and Mozilla Firefox, from the Sea of Forgotten Memes. No wiktionary held any answers for him as far as he could see; for the wikipedic wordpress had stopped functioning long ago, ever since the videos of youporn went viral and all blogsters and their bloodspots became outlawed. How was he to escape the poisonous twitter of Flickr the Troll of the low IQ... ↗

— Lee Tzu Pheng

#poetry #twitter