Poetry by it’s very nature is subversive. It turns worlds inside out, confounds meaning, changes black to white to contiguous shades of gray. Never trust a poet. ~Pablo Neruda Poetry, the encoding of ideas and emotions in imagery, is considered so dangerous the US-backed dictator Pinochet silenced the pen of Senñor Neruda with poison. Words […]
We all write poems; it is simply that poets are the ones who write in words. ~John Fowles What is a poem but an arrangement of words creating images that move a person emotionally, ideas that can stimulate intellectually? The intellect buoyed by emotions have the power to incite revolution in peoples so long subjugated […]
If I had my life to live over again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some music at least once every week. ~Charles Darwin In a world awash in information and, sadly, disinformation designed to manipulate a gullible public, the truth of poetry and music in an almost […]
And your very flesh shall be a great poem. ~Walt Whitman I like to believe I have the ability to discern beauty in every situation. A connoisseur of the beauty of words laced with ethereal images, each a droplet on a spider web unique, separated by distance yet connected to the many-layered story climaxing at […]
He believed that poetry could cure, or at least go a long way towards curing, almost every ailment. ~Arundhati Roy I have heard it said, the mind is a miraculous healer of the body. Placebo medications result in amazing cures because the mind is tricked into believing the answer is at hand. It is the […]
Had the soul of poet, and therefore the soul of a murderer. ~Carlos Ruiz Záfon Poets take ordinary thought and create impossible images, string together deformed pearls in arrangements of previously unimagined beauty, bleed heartfelt longing on to empty pages in a patchwork of squiggly lines penetrating the souls of readers.
I found the poetry inside of her. ~Roberto Bolaño Everyone one of us is an evolving poem, poetry written with the breaths we exhale, in the silent spaces between the words we speak, in an eye twinkling love.