#poetry

That poetry survived in its formal agencies finally, and that prose survived to get something said. ↗

— Robert Creeley

#finally #formal #get #poetry #prose

I think I'm a very good reader of poetry, but obviously, like everybody, I have a set of criteria for reading poems, and I'm not shy about presenting them, so if people ask for my critical response to a poem, I tell them what works and why, and what doesn't work and why. ↗

— Diane Wakoski

#ask #criteria #critical #everybody #good

I'm perfectly happy when I look out at an audience and it's all women. I always think it's kind of odd, but then, more women than men, I think, read and write poetry. ↗

— Diane Wakoski

#audience #happy #i #i always #i think

It's something we, guys, have all done. Made tapes for girls, trying to impress them, to meet them on a shared plane of aesthetics. Read them someone else's poetry because they do poetry better than you could do it, because you're too awkward to do it. ↗

— John Cusack

#because #better #could #done #else

I think Ginsberg has done more harm to the craft that I honor and live by than anybody else by reducing it to a kind of mean that enables the most dubious practitioners to claim they are poets because they think, If the kind of thing Ginsberg does is poetry, I can do that. ↗

— James Dickey

#because #claim #craft #does #done

There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry. ↗

— Emily Dickinson

#away #book #lands #like #nor

Prose on certain occasions can bear a great deal of poetry; on the other hand, poetry sinks and swoons under a moderate weight of prose. ↗

— Walter Savage Landor

#certain #deal #great #great deal #hand

A rose lay open in full bloom and, looking from my garden room, I watched the sun-baked flower fill with rain. It seemed so fragile, resting there, and such a silence filled the air, the beauty of the moment caused me pain. "What more?" I thought. "There must be more." As if in answer then, I saw one weighty drop that caused my rose to fall. It trembled, then cascaded down to earth just staining gentle brown and, since then, I've felt different. That's all. ↗

— Julie Andrews

#poetry #pondering #simplicity #beauty

All good poetry is forged slowly and patiently, link by link, with sweat and blood and tears. ↗

— Alfred Douglas

#forged #good #link #patiently #poetry

Jen's Mum Will Write Jen's mum writes advertising copy. She specializes in white goods: washing machines, dryers, fridges, freezers, dishwashers. She hates these appliances hulking in corners, power-hungry and fractious. One day, she will have a wood stove, and she'll write about things that matter- she will write about birth and death, about love and the absence of love, about fathers and children, about mothers and daughters, about lovers and friends. She'll write about the whole goddamn wonderful, awful business of loving and being loved ↗

— Margaret Wild

#love #margaret-wild #poetry #business