Poetry is at least an elegance and at most a revelation.
My work should be seen as poetry.
I credit poetry for making this space-walk possible.
Poetry is what we do to break bread with the dead.
Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.
Poetry is a form of mathematics, a highly rigorous relationship with words.
I really enjoy English and poetry and writing classes.
My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity.
Poetry is like a bird, it ignores all frontiers.
Rap is poetry set to music. But to me it's like a jackhammer.
Poetry teaches us music, metaphor, condensation and specificity.
If poetry dies, nothing lives !
Poetry is the scholar's art.
Not that chance dominated events in the early Solar System, for scientific determinism was also functioning. But chance is an essential factor in all evolutionary events, and the birth and development of our planetary system were not exceptions.
Irony is a treacherous servant; unless it's very carefully watched over, it has a tendency to expose the foolishness of its apparent master.
I admit I get the occasional headache," I said. "I admit some of my hangovers are epic. But usually all it takes for me to bounce back is a sauna, cold-plunge pool, steam bath, massage, and wasabi to clear the sinuses".
The architect had not stopped to bother about columns and porticos, proportions or interiors, or any limitation upon the epic he sought to materialize; he had simply made a servant of Nature - art can go no further.
I am afraid, I cannot and will not 'surrender' to Orthodoxy!! My life in itself is an 'Epic experiment' of nature and new living!! And I am living the 'Great Adventure'..this moment..NOW!!
God, Himself, wrote the 10 into stone with his own finger. He told the epic of mankind, our origins and our future, in a book. For me, there is no more noble a cause and no more honorable a vocation than to say, like Him, I am a writer.
[P]eople think that in order for something to be frightening, it has to be dark, musty, and full of cobwebs and secrets. That's a lie of epic proportion. The scariest, most unexplainable things happen in the bright light of day. And just when you lea...
I came in several times and spoke, but perhaps you were asleep when I thought you were awake.' 'You are very considerate to explain it this way,' Sugreeva said, 'but I was drunk
