poetry

poetry

Only in Russia poetry is respected--it gets people killed.

Only in Russia poetry is respected--it gets people killed.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

A sentence is like a tune. A memorable sentence gives its emotion a melodic shape. You want to hear it again, say it—in a way, to hum it to yourself. You desire, if only in the sound studio of your imagination, to repeat the physical experience of that sentence. That craving, emotional and intellectual but beginning in the body with a certain gesture of sound, is near the heart of poetry.

A sentence is like a tune. A memorable sentence gives its emotion a melodic shape. You want to hear it again, say it—in a way, to hum it to yourself. You desire, if only in the sound studio of your imagination, to repeat the physical experience of that sentence. That craving, emotional and intellectual but beginning in the body with a certain gesture of sound, is near the heart of poetry.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Come, drunks and drug-takers; come perverts unnerved!Receive the laurel, given, though late, on merit; to whom and wherever deserved.Parochial punks, trimmers, nice people, joiners true-blue,Get the hell out of the way of the laurel. It is deathless And it isn't for you.

Come, drunks and drug-takers; come perverts unnerved!Receive the laurel, given, though late, on merit; to whom and wherever deserved.Parochial punks, trimmers, nice people, joiners true-blue,Get the hell out of the way of the laurel. It is deathless And it isn't for you.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

If you don't know the kind of person I amand I don't know the kind of person you area pattern that others made may prevail in the worldand following the wrong god home we may miss our star.

If you don't know the kind of person I amand I don't know the kind of person you area pattern that others made may prevail in the worldand following the wrong god home we may miss our star.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

What is a woman that you forsake herAnd the hearth fire and the home acreTo go with that old grey widow-maker?

What is a woman that you forsake herAnd the hearth fire and the home acreTo go with that old grey widow-maker?

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The birth of a true poet is neither an insignificant event nor an easy delivery. Complications generally begin long before the fated soul carries its dubious light into whatever womb has been kind enough to volunteer the intricate machinery of its blood and prayers and muscles for a gestation period much longer than nine months or even nine years.

The birth of a true poet is neither an insignificant event nor an easy delivery. Complications generally begin long before the fated soul carries its dubious light into whatever womb has been kind enough to volunteer the intricate machinery of its blood and prayers and muscles for a gestation period much longer than nine months or even nine years.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

A true poet is one who can appreciate the disciplines and structures of any and all styles of poetry.

A true poet is one who can appreciate the disciplines and structures of any and all styles of poetry.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Nobody knows the aftermath.

Nobody knows the aftermath.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I'm heading for a clean-named placelike Wisconsin, and mad as a jack-o'-lantern, will get therewithout help and nosy proclivities.

I'm heading for a clean-named placelike Wisconsin, and mad as a jack-o'-lantern, will get therewithout help and nosy proclivities.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

May, and after a rainy springWe walk streets gallant with rhododendrons.

May, and after a rainy springWe walk streets gallant with rhododendrons.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

We can’t choose our poetic fathers any more than our biological ones — but we can choose how to come to terms with them.

We can’t choose our poetic fathers any more than our biological ones — but we can choose how to come to terms with them.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

In my more rebellious days I tried to doubt the existence of the sacred, but the universe kept dancing and life kept writing poetry across my life. (Beyond Religion, p. 81)

In my more rebellious days I tried to doubt the existence of the sacred, but the universe kept dancing and life kept writing poetry across my life. (Beyond Religion, p. 81)

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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