Quotes About Expression

Deprivation is the mother of poetry.

My page was too white My ink was too thin The day wouldn't write What the night pencilled in

Like a bird on a wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried in my way to be free!!

We are ugly but we have the music.

GIFT You tell me that silence is nearer to peace than poems but if for my gift I brought you silence (for I know silence) you would say This is not silence this is another poem and you would hand it back to me

My animal howls My angel's upset But I'm not allowed A trace of regret

He hated the men floating in sleep in the big stone houses. Because their lives were ordered and their rooms tidy. Because they got up every morning and did their public work. Because they weren't going to dynamite their factories and have naked parties in the fire.

Poetry is a verdict, not an occupation.

I didn't kill myself when things went wrong I didn't turn to drugs or teaching I tried to sleep but when I couldn't sleep I learned to write I learned to write what might be read on nights like this by one like me

Yo no sé nada de amor, pero algo como el amor arrancó de mi garganta, con mil anzuelos, las siguientes palabras: -PORQUE TE NECESITO, F.

Así como un ave en su jaula. Así como un bebedor entre el bullicio de la medianoche, así he intentado ser libre, a mi manera.

I write to murder the selves that whisper untruths to me.

If I spelled out the Principles of Faith I would be barking on the moon.

Just as art is the concealment of art, laissezfaire is the concealment of tremendous generosity.

I am this thing that needs to sing.

and once again I am a singer in the lower choirs, born fifty years ago to raise my voice this high, and no higher.

I'm blackening pages, but I don't know if it's writing.

Sit in a chair and keep still. Let the dancer's shoulders emerge from your shoulders, the dancer's chest from your chest, the dancer's loins from your loins, the dancer's hips and thighs from yours; and from your silence the throat that makes a sound, and from your bafflement a clear song to which the dancer moves...

SIT IN A CHAIR AND KEEP still. Let the dancer's shoulders emerge from your shoulders, the dancer's chest from your chest, the dancer's loins from your loins, the dancer's hips and thighs from yours; and from your silence the throat that makes a sound, and from your bafflement a clear song to which the dancer moves, and let him serve God in beauty.

If I knew where the good songs were, I'd go there more often. It's a mysterious condition. It's much like the life of a Catholic nun. You're married to a mystery.

Jos pääni hohtaisi ja ihmiset alkaisivat tuijottaa rautiovaunuissa; ja voisin venyttää vartaloni läpi kirkkaan veden sekä viipyä kalojen ja rantakäärmeiden rinnalla; jos voisin turmella sulkani lennolla auringon edessä; luuletko että pysyisin tässä huoneessa, lausumassa sinulle runoja, kehitellen hävyttömiä fantasioita huultesi vähäisimmistäkin liikkeistä?

If I knew where the good songs came from, I'd go there more often. It's a mysterious condition. It's much like the life of a Catholic nun. You're married to a mystery.

I was always working steady, but I never called it art.

leadership is the medium through which one expresses one's deepest values.