Sleep not when others speak, sit not when others stand, speak not when you should hold your peace, walk not when others stop.
I always thought that writing poetry was in itself a political act.
Poetry comes to me out of thin air or out of my unconscious mind. It's sort of the way dreams come to us and the way that we get knowledge from them, through television, old movies, which I watch a lot of. Lines of dialogue suddenly seem to be part of a poem.
The soul is not a soul, Has no secret, is small, and it fits Its hollow perfectly: its room, our moment of attention.
And we may be led, then, upward through more Powerful forms of poetry, past columns With peeling posters on them, to the country of indifference. Meanwhile if the swell diapasons, blooms Unhappily and too soon, the little people are nonetheless real.
I feel that poetry is going on all the time inside, an underground stream.
In the evening Everything has a schedule, if you can find out what it is.
Even in my music, I am always searching for big, universal things - ways that you can sort of reach outside the norm of what you are doing.
Language does for intelligence what the wheel does for the feet and the body. It enables them to move from thing to thing with greater ease and speed and ever less involvement.
Woman? Is that meant to insult me? I would return the slap, if I took you for a man. - Daenerys Targaryen
The cow to me is a sermon on pity.