“Love of God is not always the same as love of good. ”
—Herman Hesse
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Posts Tagged ‘poetry’
Love of God and good
In thought for today on February 26, 2012 at 00:26
Perfection
In thought for today on February 23, 2012 at 00:48
Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.
- Antoine de Saint Exupéry
Rhetoric and poetry
In thought for today on August 15, 2011 at 00:04“Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry.”
-William Butler Yeats, writer, Nobel laureate (1865-1939)
The Dictionary As Poetry
In thought for today on October 2, 2010 at 00:48
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When I feel inclined to read poetry, I take down my dictionary. The poetry of words is quite as beautiful as the poetry of sentences. The author may arrange the gems effectively, but their shape and lustre have been given by the attrition of ages. -Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr., writer and physician (1809-1894)
THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS A STUPID QUESTION
In poetry, Thought on August 11, 2010 at 20:21
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THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS A STUPID QUESTION
All the good questions have been asked.
Am I my brother’s keeper?
Are you my pork chop?
What’s a guy gotta do to get a drink around here?
I’ve been dreaming about my brother,
who lived on Crete. I dragged him out of the surf,
dead drunk, 150-pound carp, but hairier
& muttering every pariah’s secret,
"I’m a creep. I’m a creep."
Do dreams begin responsibilities?
Frere Jacques, Frere Jacques, dormez vous?
A squalid rented room,
the furniture shrouded in wax paper.
Who’s to blame? A stupid question.
Brother Jon, Jon, my brother, are you sleeping?
On Poetry Again
In thought for today on August 10, 2010 at 00:54Poetry is the art of saying what you mean but disguising it. -Diane Wakoski, poet (b. 1937)
On Poetry
In poetry, thought for today on August 7, 2010 at 00:54Poetry, indeed, cannot be translated; and, therefore, it is the poets that preserve the languages; for we would not be at the trouble to learn a language if we could have all that is written in it just as well in a translation. But as the beauties of poetry cannot be preserved in any language except that in which it was originally written, we learn the language. -Samuel Johnson, lexicographer (1709-1784)
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