04/29/10

To be a poet is a condition, not a profession. -Robert Frost

04/28/10

Always be a poet, even in prose. -Charles Baudelaire

04/27/10

Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood. -T.S. Eliot

04/26/10

Unbeing dead isn't being alive. -e.e. cummings

04/23/10

It's not enough to question authority. You gotta speak with it, too. -Taylor Mali

04/22/10

If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving be me. -W.H. Auden

04/21/10

Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through any one that suits you. -Jim Morrison

04/20/10

To put meaning in one's life may end in madness, but life without meaning is the torture of restlessness and vague desire-It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid. -Edgar Lee Masters

04/19/10

What you dream up is deeper than what you know. -Sekou Sundiata

04/15/10

We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey. -Kenji Miyazawa

04/14/10

Poetry is life distilled. -Gwendolyn Brooks

04/13/10

The prerequisite of writing is having something to say. -Langston Hughes

04/12/10

Poetry is plucking at the heartstrings, and making music with them. -Dennis Gabor

04/08/10

Find your place on the planet. Dig in, and take responsibility from there. -Gary Snyder

04/07/10

Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them. -Charles Simic

04/06/10

Poetry is the voice of the soul. -Carolyn Forché

04/05/10

Poetry exists to give the socially awkward a way to finally be applauded by their peers. -Geoff Trenchard

04/02/10

To begin, begin. -William Wordsworth

04/01/10

I culled poetry from odors, sounds, faces, and ordinary events occurring around me. Breezes bulged me as if I were cloth; sounds nicked their marks on my nerves; objects made impressions on my sight as if in clay. There, in the soft language, life centered and ground itself in me and I was flowing with the grain of the universe. Language placed my life experiences in a new context, freeing me for the moment to become with air as air, with clouds as clouds, from which new associations arose to engage me in present life in a more purposeful way. —Jimmy Santiago Baca