Favourite quotes

[All uphill]

Wait till you read what Yeats said about his poetry.

Did he say

"Good, innit?"

 

[secretsqirrel]

immature violence, rhythmic monotony, frequent muddle-headedness, and a very much overweighted imagery that leads often to incoherence.”

Reminds me of the orange one.

 

[The Crofted Crest]

"Revolutions happen when progress passes from the rulers to the ruled"

Louis Napoleon, 1839

 

[Electric_Andy]

A friend of a friend I once met, who was a heavy drinker after getting a big payout after an industrial accident:
"I'm not an alcoholic, I only drink beer"

 

[Ian H]

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About his own poetry, I meant. Or perhaps the inspirations for it -

On the afternoon of October 24th 1917, four days after my marriage, my wife surprised me by attempting automatic writing. What came in disjointed sentences, in almost illegible writing, was so exciting, sometimes so profound, that I persuaded her to give an hour or two day after day to the unknown writer, and after some half-dozen such hours offered to spend what remained of life explaining and piecing together those scattered sentences. "No, was the answer, "we have come to give you metaphors for poetry." The unknown writer took his theme at first from my just published Per Amica Silentia Lunae. I had made a distinction between the perfection that is from a man's combat with himself and that which is from a combat with circumstance, and upon this simple distinction he built up an elaborate classification of men according to their more or less complete expression of one type or the other. He supported his classification by a series of geometrical symbols and put these symbols in an order that answered the question in my essay as to whether some prophet could not prick upon the calendar the birth of a Napoleon or a Christ.

 

[briantrumpet]

About his own poetry, I meant. Or perhaps the inspirations for it -

On the afternoon of October 24th 1917, four days after my marriage, my wife surprised me by attempting automatic writing. What came in disjointed sentences, in almost illegible writing, was so exciting, sometimes so profound, that I persuaded her to give an hour or two day after day to the unknown writer, and after some half-dozen such hours offered to spend what remained of life explaining and piecing together those scattered sentences. "No, was the answer, "we have come to give you metaphors for poetry." The unknown writer took his theme at first from my just published Per Amica Silentia Lunae. I had made a distinction between the perfection that is from a man's combat with himself and that which is from a combat with circumstance, and upon this simple distinction he built up an elaborate classification of men according to their more or less complete expression of one type or the other. He supported his classification by a series of geometrical symbols and put these symbols in an order that answered the question in my essay as to whether some prophet could not prick upon the calendar the birth of a Napoleon or a Christ.

Must admit I don't think I'm any the wiser. I hope he had more of an idea what he was talking about than I do.

 

[Ian H]

If I did not have to read poetry I should be of a lot more use in the world, as well as of a more serene temper.
[TS Elliot]