December 2009
90 posts
‘Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But of course only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from those things.’ - T.S. Eliot
‘Emotions get a bad press in the history of Western thought – we want to be rational and self-regulating, and to call someone ‘emotional’ is often to insult or deprecate that person’s judgement. We aim for the head and not the heart. Yet, in the economy of the body it is fact that the limbic system takes precedence over the neural highway. That suggests to me that emotions – our...
‘So when people say that poetry is a luxury, or an option, or for the educated middle classes, or that it shouldn’t be read at school because it is irrelevant, or any of the strange and stupid things that are said about poetry and its place in our lives, I suspect that the people doing the saying have had things pretty easy. A tough life needs a tough language – and that is what poetry is....
“But on the wild nights who can call you home? Only the one who knows your name.”
but you always did knew, that comfort was a balm a heart too few, and sleep stolen by one dream too many.
i hate this fear, the amorphous future.
And when I see you, I really see you upside down....
sugarspun:
nostalgicdreams:acidulous:(via morganmartinez)
mediocre
drown us with our overwhelming sense of insecurity, the latent static of fear that courses through our skins the moment our eyes are shut, and the black bile of doubt in our coagulated hearts that greets our dawns: because where dreams begin we are reminded of failures, and where dreams end we are haunted by disappointments. the pristine songstress is also empty: this is nothing ordinary and...
