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Only the tiniest fracton of mankind want freedom. All the rest want someone to tell them theyare free.
I think I have a pugnacious style. My style is not pretty. I don't use words like "amber" or "opaque."
No poem should be an urn to contain a meaning, but a net to catch what meanings float through the day.
Prowling his own quiet backyard or asleep by the fire, he is still only a whisker away from the wilds.
I feel myself inhabited by a force or being -- very little known to me. It gives the orders; I follow.
Poetry, being elegance itself, cannot hope to achieve visibility... It insists on living its own life.
Rogues are always found out in some way. Whoever is a wolf will act like a wolf, that is most certain.
It is double pleasure to deceive the deceiver. [Fr., Car c'est double plaisir de tromper le trompeur.]
But words is like th spots on dice: no matter how y fumbles em, there's times when they jes wont come.
All I did was write it down, one word after the other, beginning and ending with the same one, Bombay.
Not that believing such things has anything to do with whether they are true. You see that, don't you?
Trust him little who praise all, him less who censures all and him least who is indifferent about all.
Avoid him who from mere curiosity asks three questions running about a thing that cannot interest Him.
This whole moment is the groin Of a borborygmic giant who even now Is rolling over on us in his sleep.
Sleep with clean hands, either kept clean all day by integrity or washed clean at night by repentance.
Whilst my physicians by their love are grown Cosmographers, and I their map, who lie Flat on this bed.
Let not thy divining heart Forethink me any ill; Destiny may take thy part, And may thy fears fulfill.
There's a proud modesty in merit; averse from asking, and resolved to pay ten times the gifts it asks.
And now without redemption all mankind Must have been lost, adjudged to death and hell By doom severe.
Time, though in Eternity, applied To motion, measures all things durable By present, past, and future.
I will not allow my daughters to learn foreign languages because one tongue is sufficient for a woman.
Oh, shame to men! devil with devil damn'd Firm concord holds, men only disagree Of creatures rational.
Thou art my father, thou my author, thou my being gav'st me; whom should I obey but thee, whom follow?
O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day!
I'd be a dog, a monkey, or a bear, or anything but that vain animal who is so proud of being rational.
Men have no special right because they belong to one race or another: the word man defines all rights.
Gay culture is far from 'marginal,' being rather 'intersectional,' the conduits between unlike beings.
Everyone needs a strong sense of self. It is our base of operations for everything that we do in life.
Consequently, most of us really exist at the mercy of other people's formulations of what's important.
When a man's life is at stake no delay is too long. [Lat., Nulla unquam de morte cunctatio longa est.]
The people of Somalia just do not have a voice. They are to me the most forgotten people in the world.
My life owes me. Like an overdose, I'm slowly Drifting into the arms of trouble, then trouble holds me
Do not praise yourself not slander others: There are still many days to go and any thing could happen.
There's enough brackets put on us already, we don't need to bracket our creativity anymore than we do.
Only Christ could have brought us all together, in this place, doing such absurd but necessary things.
The High Plains, the beginning of the desert West, often act as a crucible for those who inhabit them.
The subject matter of the stories on the surface... there seem to be a number of stories about travel.
You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life.
When you reach the end of what you should know, you will be at the beginning of what you should sense.
If you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping, For only the hand of God can contain your hearts.
I once started out to walk around the world but ended up in Brooklyn, that Bridge was too much for me.
The fish is swift, small-needing, vague yet clear, A cold, sweet, silver life, wrapped in round waves.
though fortune's wheel is generally on the turn, sometimes when it gets into the mud, it sticks there.
Time was away and somewhere else, There were two glasses and two chairs And two people with one pulse.
From the beginning of time, in childhood, I thought that pain meant I was not loved. It meant I loved.
It seems to me in the past it's been a good thing, as a writer, to have experiences I hadn't expected.
Let him leave the imperial court, who wishes to be virtuous. Virtue and absolute power cannot coexist.
The idea of the person enters poetics where art and reality, or intentionality and circumstance, meet.
Little girls are cute and small only to adults. To one another they are not cute. They are life-sized.