The only one I have any trust in is storytelling - there's a couple I have a lot of trust in.
Somewhere someone is traveling furiously toward you, At incredible speed, traveling day and night.
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.
I always thought that writing poetry was in itself a political act.
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.
I've been lucky to always have a healthy relationship with food. I also love to be consistent with meditation and make sure that I am supplying my body, mind, and soul with everything it needs to function.
If you lose your reason, you lose it into the hands of God. . . . It's the only place where anything is safe. And when you're dead it's only what's there you'll have. Nothing else.
For the amoral herd that fears boredom above all else, everything becomes entertainment. Sex and sport, politics and the arts are transformed into entertainment. . . . Nothing is immune from the demand that boredom be relieved (but without personal involvement, for mass society is a spectator society).
Many believe effective networking is done face-to-face, building a rapport with someone by looking at them in the eye, leading to a solid connection and foundational trust.