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Where lies our salvation? You asked. We do not need any salvation. Does not our end lie on this beginning shore?
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water To be so still that way. ~ "Sea Calm
Poetry must be capable of answering the challenge of apocalytpic times, even if this means sounding apocaltypic.
Some people see scars, and it is wounding they remember. To me they are proof of the fact that there is healing.
I resented my mother for guessing my innermost secrets. She was like God, everywhere at once knowing everything.
Canada is a country where the serious writers are hockey fans and readers of comic books. They don't play chess.
It's no go the merry-go-round, it's no go the rickshaw All we want is a limousine and a ticket for the peepshow.
All art, in spite of the struggles of some critics to prove otherwise, is based on emotion and projects emotion.
Violence and wrong enclose all who commit them in their meshes and do mostly recoil on him from whom they begin.
Borders are liminal spaces. Anyone worthy of the title of 'writer' is a border writer. We all are border people.
Praise to our Father-God, High praise in solemn lay, Alike for what His hand hath given, And what it takes away.
More powerful than God, more evil than the Devil; the poor have it, the rich lack it, and if you eat it you die?
I could end this with a moral, as if this were a fable about animals, though no fables are really about animals.
We shouldn't have been so scornful; we should have had compassion. But compassion takes work, and we were young.
Despite their cool poses they wear their cravings on the outside, like the suckers on a squid. They want it all.
When they're gone out of his head, these words, they'll be gone, everywhere, forever. As if they had never been.
The future of the codex book, with pages and so forth? A platform for transmitting narratives. There are others.
Appreciation can make a day, even change a life. Your willingness to put it into words is all that is necessary.
Doorways are sacred to women for we are the doorways of life and we must choose what comes in and what goes out.
Where I came from, the nights I had wandered and survived scared them, and where I would go they never imagined.
One writes because one has a burning desire to objectify what it is indispensable to one's happiness to express.
Fanaticism? No. Writing is exciting and baseball is like writing. You can never tell with either how it will go.
Anything or anyone that asks you to be other than yourself is not holy, but is trying only to fill its own need.
In truth, the more we lean into life, the more we authentically interact with the world, the brighter our flame.
The wild sea roars and lashes the granite cliffs below,And round the misty islets the loud strong tempests blow.
To say you loved a person. / To say that person no longer exists. / A tragic flawed fate going on and on and on.
The audiobooks I buy are never first-time reads - only rereadings of books I know well that I find intoxicating.
I believe in kindness. Also in mischief. Also in singing, especially when singing is not necessarily prescribed.
I worked probably 25 years by myself, just writing and working, not trying to publish much, not giving readings.
In my own work, I usually revise through forty or fifty drafts of a poem before I begin to feel content with it.
Cruel, but composed and bland, Dumb, inscrutable and grand, So Tiberius might have sat, Had Tiberius been a cat.
I think that passion if really intense is always destructive if not to the two involved, always to other people.
I sometimes imagine that as one grows older one comes to live a role which as a young person one merely 'played.
There is no single way of grieving. But research suggests that there are some broad similarities among grievers.
Trump claims he'd be the "best jobs president that God ever created." But isn't his claim to fame firing people?
Punctuation is biological. It is the physical indication of the body-rhythms which the reader is to acknowledge.
Later our dreams begin catching fire around the edges, they burn like paper, we wake with our hands full of ash.
World, they have taken the small children like butterflies and thrown them, beating their wings, into the fire--
For a man of my generation, our century has been a long intellectual and political struggle in favor of freedom.
A raznochinets needs no memory—it is enough for him to tell of the books he has read, and his biography is done.
Our advantages fly away without aid. Pluck the flower. [Lat., Nostra sine auxilio fugiunt bona. Carpite florem.]
We are charmed by neatness: Let not your hair be out of order. [Lat., Munditiis capimur: non sine lege capilli.]
Meet the disorder in the outset, the medicine may be too late, when the disease has gained ground through delay.
Becoming a grandmother is wonderful. One moment you're just a mother. The next you are all-wise and prehistoric.
It has been said that the only reason for leaving England is to give yourself the pleasure of coming back to it.
I think the language of science is highly lyrical and evocative and an important part of our lives in many ways.
Every social system is more or less against nature, and at every moment nature is at work to reclaim her rights.
Whatever strengthens and purifies the affections, enlarges the imagination, and adds spirit to sense, is useful.
Love's very pain is sweet, But its reward is in the world divine Which, if not here, it builds beyond the grave.
What is Freedom? ye can tell That which slavery is, too well For its very name has grown To an echo of your own.