#try

and if i if i ever let love go because the hatred and the whisperings become a phantom dictate i o- bey in lieu of impulse and realities (the blossoming flamingos of my wild mimosa trees) then let love freeze me out. (from i must become a menace to my enemies) ↗

— June Jordan

#love

...you disappoint me -I am the worst liar in the world - I can't hide my pain or my need so I make a bouquet of my sorrows and give them to you ... ↗

— John Geddes

#liar #lies #love #pain #poetry

When you work with somebody you have chemistry with, it's easy and it's fun. You hardly call it work. ↗

— Joe Lando

#chemistry #easy #fun #hardly #somebody

...How terrible, those dreams before sleep were—the worse kind, mixing hope with despair... ↗

— John Geddes

#dreams #hope #poetry-quotes #sleep #terrible

Morris Weissman [on the phone, discussing casting for his movie]: "What about Claudette Colbert? She's British, isn't she? She sounds British. Is she, like, affected or is she British? ↗

— Julian Fellowes

#actors #affectations #british #claudette-colbert #clichés

Empty-page staring again tonight. It's maddening. I suppose people who don't write (like the Connollies) imagine anything that can be though can be expressed. Well, I don't know. I can't do it. It's this sort of thing that makes me belittle the whole business: what's the good of a 'talent' if you can't do it when you want to? What should we think of a woodcarver who couldn't woodcarver? or a pianist who couldn't play the piano? Bah, likewise grrr. ↗

— Philip Larkin

#skill #business

Some have won a wild delight, By daring wilder sorrow; Could I gain thy love to-night, I'd hazard death to-morrow. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#daring #love #poetry #risk #death

Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning, every poem an epitaph. ↗

— T.S. Eliot

#death #poetry #death

Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood. ↗

— T. S. Eliot

#before #communicate #genuine #understood

Every time your work is read, you die several deaths for every word, and poetry is like being flayed alive. ↗