#poetry

Poetry is about the grief. Politics is about the grievance. ↗

— Robert Frost

#grief #grievance #poetry #politics

The Dreamfence kittens wait to jump into my dreams each time I visit heaven they jump over a dreamfence red clouds are ready for loving as I love my love paints my cats our minds are somehow stuck together as we dream together of our own heaven amd after tjeu cir; i[ inside my sweater we knit our own heavens. ↗

— Akiane Kramarik

#dreams

I thought we were gonna open up the world of poetry and music to all kinds of things, and yet, I can't really think of anyone who's done anything like it since. ↗

— Ray Manzarek

#anything #done #gonna #i #kinds

Why poetry, you ask? Because of life, I answer. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #life #literature #literature-quotes #poetry

The trouble with fashions is you want to fuck the women in their fashions but when the time comes they always take them off so they don't get wrinkled. Face it, the really great fucks in a man's life was when there was no time to take yr clothes off, you were too hot and she was too hot - none of yr Bohemian leisure, this was middleclass explosions against snowbanks, against walls of shithouses in attics, on sudden couches in the lobby - Talk about yr hot peace. ↗

— Jack Kerouac

#fashions #jack-kerouac #sex #word-sketch #life

You ask how it is possible to be your own father and son. You should seek answers, although it is better to anticipate some, to be the light and dream. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#anticipation #dejan-stojanovic #dream #dreams #father

I have been used to consider poetry as the food of love ↗

— Jane Austen

#poetry #food

It is difficult to write a paradiso when all the superficial indications are that you ought to write an apocalypse. ↗

— Ezra Pound

#despair #difficulty #fear #optimism #poetry

grief is a house where the chairs have forgotten how to hold us the mirrors how to reflect us the walls how to contain us grief is a house that disappears each time someone knocks at the door or rings the bell a house that blows into the air at the slightest gust that buries itself deep in the ground while everyone is sleeping grief is a house where no on can protect you where the younger sister will grow older than the older one where the doors no longer let you in or out ↗

— Jandy Nelson

#grief #mourning #poetry #sorrow #sisters

I've got a book of poetry by the bed, one of these big collections that goes back to the Greeks and Romans. ↗

— Martin C. Smith

#bed #big #book #collections #goes