The pianokeys are black and whitebut they sound like a million colors in your mind The Collected Stories of Maria Cristina Mena
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Quote:- The pity of it was that this discovery, if such it was, now seemed so stale, so profitless to me. What good was it? What good did thinking ever do?
The Interpretation of Murder
Author:- Jed Rubenfeld
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- The place trembled with sound. I didn't need to do anything. They would do it all. But you had to be careful. Drunk as they were they could immediately detect any false gesture, any false word. You could never underestimate an audience. They had paid to get in; they had paid for drinks; they intended to get something and if you didn't give it to them they'd run you right into the ocean.
Women
Author:- Charles Bukowski
Category:- poetry
Quote:- The pleasant showers and genial warmth of spring greatly altered the aspect of the earth. Men who before this change seemed to have been hid in caves dispersed themselves and were employed in various arts of cultivation. The birds sang in more cheerful notes, and the leaves began to bud forth on the trees. Happy, happy earth! Fit habitation for gods, which, so short a time before, was bleak, damp, and unwholesome. My spirits were elevated by the enchanting appearance of nature; the past was blotted from my memory, the present was tranquil, and the future gilded by bright rays of hope and anticipations of joy.
Frankenstein
Author:- Mary Shelley
Category:- hope
Quote:- The poem has a social effect of some kind whether or not the poet wills it to have. It has a kenetic force, it sets in motion...elements in the reader that would otherwise remain stagnant.
Author:- Denise Levertov
Category:- poetry
Quote:- The poem is a little myth of man's capacity of making life meaningful.
Author:- Robert Penn Warren
Category:- poetry
Quote:- The poem must resist the intelligenceAlmost successfully.
The Collected Poems
Author:- Wallace Stevens
Category:- poetry
Quote:- The Poem That Took The Place Of A MountainThere it was, word for word, The poem that took the place of a mountain. He breathed its oxygen, Even when the book lay turned in the dust of his table. It reminded him how he had needed A place to go to in his own direction How he had recomposed the pines, Shifted the rocks and picked his way among clouds For the outlook that would be right, Where he would be complete in an unexplained completion: The exact rock where his inexactness Would discover, at last, the view toward which they had edged Where he could lie and gazing down at the sea, Recognize his unique and solitary home.
Author:- Wallace Stevens
Category:- poetry
Quote:- The poet dreams of the mountainSometimes I grow weary of the days, with all their fits and starts.I want to climb some old gray mountains, slowly, takingThe rest of my lifetime to do it, resting often, sleepingUnder the pines or, above them, on the unclothed rocks.I want to see how many stars are still in the skyThat we have smothered for years now, a century at least.I want to look back at everything, forgiving it all,And peaceful, knowing the last thing there is to know.All that urgency! Not what the earth is about!How silent the trees, their poetry being of themselves only.I want to take slow steps, and think appropriate thoughts.In ten thousand years, maybe, a piece of the mountain will fall.
Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
Author:- Mary Oliver
Category:- poetry,inspiration
Quote:- the poet I saw once...but whose words have long beenin my mind, windows of invincible candles...
The Neverfield: Poem
Author:- Nathalie Handal
Category:- poetry
Quote:- The poet is a faker / Who's so good at his act / He even fakes the pain / Of pain he feels in fact.
Author:- Fernando Pessoa
Category:- poetry
Quote:- The poet is much more the one who inspires,than the one who is inspired.
Author:- Paul Eluard
Category:- inspiration
Quote:- The poet knows that he speaks adequately, then, only when he speaks somewhat wildly.
Author:- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Category:- poetry
Quote:- The poet must always, in every instance, have the vibrant word... that by it's trenchancy can so wound my soul that it whimpers.... One must know and recognize not merely the direct but the secret power of the word; one must be able to give one's writing unexpected effects. It must have a hectic, anguished vehemence, so that it rushes past like a gust of air, and it must have a latent, roistering tenderness so that it creeps and steals one's mind; it must be able to ring out like a sea-shanty in a tremendous hour, in the time of the tempest, and it must be able to sigh like one who, in tearful mood, sobs in his inmost heart.
Author:- Knut Hamsun
Category:- poetry
Quote:- The poet must be more useful than any other member if his tribe.
Maldoror and the Complete Works
Author:- Comte de Lautréamont
Category:- poetry
Quote:- The Poet With His Face In His HandsYou want to cry aloud for your mistakes. But to tell the truth the world doesn’t need anymore of that sound.So if you’re going to do it and can’t stop yourself, if your pretty mouth can’t hold it in, at least go by yourself acrossthe forty fields and the forty dark inclines of rocks and water to the place where the falls are flinging out their white sheetslike crazy, and there is a cave behind all that jubilation and water fun and you can stand there, under it, and roar all youwant and nothing will be disturbed; you can drip with despair all afternoon and still, on a green branch, its wings just lightly touchedby the passing foil of the water, the thrush, puffing out its spotted breast, will sing of the perfect, stone-hard beauty of everything.
New and Selected Poems, Vol. 2
Author:- Mary Oliver
Category:- poetry
Quote:- The poet, therefore, is truly the thief of fire.He is responsible for humanity, for animals even; he will have to make sure his visions can be smelled, fondled, listened to; if what he brings back from beyond has form, he gives it form; if it has none, he gives it none. A language must be found…of the soul, for the soul and will include everything: perfumes, sounds colors, thought grappling with thought
Author:- Arthur Rimbaud
Category:- poetry