I carried my Oscar to bed with me. My first and only three-way happened that night.
Nail up some indecency in plain sight over your door; from that time forward you will be rid of all respectable people,the most insupportable folk God has created.
Wherever I go I need a period of incubation so that I may learn the essence of nature, which never wishes to be understood or yield herself.
What still concerns me the most is: am I on the right track, am I making progress, am I making mistakes in art?
A young man who is unable to commit a folly is already an old man.
Do not copy nature too much. Art is an abstraction.
Art = a mad search for individualism.
A Concordance of Leaves is an epic poem of the indomitable yet fragile human spirit. Philip Metres brings Palestine and Palestinians into English with rare luminosity. One feels echoes of Oppen's succinct tenderness in the depiction of the numerous characters of this work. Without other, there is no self. And that other is the stranger who must be loved. Concordance is, after all, a wedding poem-leaves and pages in search of a certain passage toward harmony.
Most of my cliches aren't original.
It is not "forgive and forget" as if nothing wrong had ever happened, but "forgive and go forward," building on the mistakes of the past and the energy generated by reconciliation to create a new future.
It's like in the Bible. You can't always get what you want, but if you really need something, you usually find it. " "What part of the Bible is that from?" Ig asked her. "The Gospel of Keith Richards?"