Ted: A fucking good poem is a weapon. It's-- and not like a--a popgun or something.- It's a bomb.It's like a bloody big bomb. Sylvia: That’s why they make childrenlearn them in school.They don't want them messing aboutwith them on their own. I mean, just imagineif a sonnet went off accidentally. Boom. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
the next time you hear someone in a workshop remarking on how good a particular free-verse line or passage sounds, scan it. The odds are that it will fall into a regular metrical pattern. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
It is not growing like a treeIn bulk, doth make Man better be;Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere:A lily of a dayIs fairer far in MayAlthough it fall and die that night;It was the plant and flower of Light.In small proportions we just beauties see;And in short measures life may perfect be (Ben Jonson) Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
. . .criticism is to poetry as air is to a noise: it allows it to be heard; and even if we can't see it or feel it, it is there, shaping how we hear. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Tho' you're tired and weary, still journey on, Till you come to your happy abode,Where all the love you've been dreaming of,Will be there at the end of the road. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
. . . poetry, like all imaginative creations, divines the human enterprise. This is poetry's social value. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Know that there is often hidden in us a dormant poet, always young and alive. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
And round about there is a rabbleOf the filthy, sturdy, unkillable infants of the very poor.They shall inherit the earth. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy!The nose is holy! The tongue and cock and handand asshole holy!Everything is holy! everybody's holy! everywhere isholy! everyday is in eternity! Everyman's anangel! Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>