I photographed Arthur Coble and his sons Milton and Darrel as they did chores, but the vicious winds made it difficult to see and breathe.
And when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet; whence he blew Soul-animating strains,-alas! too few.
Milton on speed. I am going to need about a decade to think about that. That delay in syntax, the putting off of the click of the sentence into itself, is something that has always intrigued me. I love the emotional effect of it, and never want it to be merely a gesture. Sometimes I try it and it doesn't work, so I have to put the poem aside, and try again, more simply and more strange.
I really wouldn't call a lot of what's online "literature" since that word, to me, refers to a sub-genre of writing that belongs to the heavy-hitters, the canonical writers, Shakespeare, Dante, Milton, Dostoevsky, Kafka, and even Toni Morrison, George Saunders, Thomas Bernhard, Sebald, Borges, DFW, e. g.
Poetry is what Milton saw when he went blind.
Greece, sound, thy Homer's, Rome thy Virgil's name, But England's Milton equals both in fame.
Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet
The only ones who like Milton Berle are his mother - and the public.
Milton saw not, and Beethoven heard not, but the sense of beauty was upon them, and they fain must speak.
Shakespeare wrote better poetry for not knowing too much; Milton , I think, knew too much finally for the good of his poetry.
Here is the difference between Dante, Milton, and me. They wrote about hell and never saw the place. I wrote about Chicago after looking the town over for years and years.
John Milton famously claimed, "Fame is the spur" for the poet, and indeed when we consider the six years he spent writing Paradise Lost, and the additional years revising it, from 1664 to 1674, we may allow that spur.
Neither claimed any responsibility for Milton Keynes, but both reported it as a success.
Milton had a highly imaginative, Cowley a very fanciful mind.
A money-financed tax cut is essentially equivalent to Milton Friedman's famous 'helicopter drop' of money.
May the soul of the late President Milton Obote. . . a long-time member of this parliament, rest in peace.
What a contrast between the stern and desolate poetry of Ossian, and that of Chaucer, and even of Shakespeare and Milton, much more of Dryden, and Pope, and Gray! Our summer of English poetry, like the Greek and Latin before it, seems well advanced towards its fall, and laden with the fruit and foliage of the season, with bright autumnal tints, but soon the winter will scatter its myriad clustering and shading leaves, and leave only a few desolate and fibrous boughs to sustain the snow and rime, and creak in the blasts of age.
Milton, thou should'st be living at this hour.
When the economy was going up, [Milton Friedman and I] both gave the same advice, and when the economy was going down, we gave the same advice. But in between he didn't change his advice at all.
Milton calls the university A stony-hearted step-mother.
