In the mansion called literature I would have the eaves deep and the walls dark, I would push back into the shadows the things that come forward too clearly, I would strip away the useless decoration. I do not ask that this be done everywhere, but perhaps we may be allowed at least one mansion… Continue reading Jun’ichirō Tanizaki
The poet is buried in the obliterated whiteness beneath the dark letters of a poem. — Jennifer Moxley, “Fragments of a Broken Poetics,” Chicago Review, Spring 2010
Poetry is the language of intensity. Because we are going to die, an expression of intensity is justified. ― C.D. Wright, Cooling Time: An American Poetry Vigil. (Copper Canyon Press; First Printing edition, February 1, 2005)
The health of the eye seems to demand a horizon. We are never tired, so long as we can see far enough. ― Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature and Selected Essays. (Penguin Classics; Reissue edition May 27, 2003) Originally published 1836.
Poetry is an art of beginnings and ends. You want middles, read novels. — Dean Young, The Art of Recklessness: Poetry as Assertive Force and Contradiction (Graywolf Press, 2010)
The progress of an artist is a continual self-sacrifice, a continual extinction of personality. — T. S. Eliot, from “Tradition and Individual Talent,” The Sacred Wood: Essays on Poetry and Criticism (Routledge, 1989)
To think is to confine yourself to a single thought that one day stands still like a star in the world’s sky. — Martin Heidegger, “The Thinker As Poet,” Poetry, Language, Thought. (Harper Perennial Modern Classics; Later Printing Used edition, December 3, 2013)