#poe

I like the way words go together and I like the gamesmanship of writing poetry. It is such a challenge. ↗

— Jeffery Deaver

#go #i #like #poetry #such

I've always written, all my life, and when I was very young I developed an interest in poetry. ↗

— Jeffery Deaver

#developed #i #interest #life #my life

The poets and philosophers I once loved had it wrong. Death does not come to us all, nor does the passage of time dim our memories and reduce our bodies to dust. Because while I was considered dead, and a headstone had been engraved with my name, in truth my life was just beginning. ↗

— Kevin Williamson

#poet #stefan #death

I see a bird carrying me and carrying you, with us as its wings, beyond the dream, to a journey that has no end and no beginning, no purpose and no goal. I do not speak to you, and you do not speak to me; we listen only to the music of silence. Silence is the friend's trust of friend, imagination's self-confidence between rain and rainbow. A rainbow is inspiration provoking the poet, uninvited, the infatuation of the poet with the prose of the Quran. Which of your Lord's blessings do you disown? We are absent, you and I; we are present, you and I. And absent. Which of your Lord's blessings do you disown? ↗

— Mahmoud Darwish

#dreams

Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul. ↗

— Alexander Pope

#poetry #soul #worth #beauty

The beauty, the poetry of the fear in their eyes. I didn't mind going to jail for, what, five, six hours? It was absolutely worth it. ↗

— Johnny Depp

#beauty #eyes #fear #five #going

Every discourse, even a poetic or oracular sentence, carries with it a system of rules for producing analogous things and thus an outline of methodology. ↗

— Jacques Derrida

#carries #discourse #even #every #methodology

I wrote some bad poetry that I published in North African journals, but even as I withdrew into this reading, I also led the life of a kind of young hooligan. ↗

— Jacques Derrida

#also #bad #even #i #into

If what we need to dream, to move our spirits most deeply and directly toward and through promise, is discounted as a luxury, then we give up the core -- the fountain -- of our power, our womanness; we give up the future of our worlds. (From "Poetry is Not a Luxury") ↗

— Audre Lorde

#dreams

Time held no meaning as my mind darted in and out of memories. Past and present collided to create a full-sensory collage out of my life: playing hide-n-seek with my best friends Luke—who always cheated by walking through walls when he was about to be caught—and Lucy; Mr. Caldrin critiquing my sketches and offering ideas to make them more realistic; targets changing faces, blending into the same person, their thoughts rippling through my mind like waves. Through it all, a demon stalked me from the shadows of my memories, never quite showing its face, but crouching, waiting. And then I dreamed.... ↗

— Kimberly Kinrade

#poetic-prose #change