Archive for Quotes

06.02.2008

Posted in Quotes with tags , , , , , on June 2, 2008 by Ryan Sanford Smith

On Art, Life, and New York City (quotes by Ezra Pound)

It ought to be illegal for an artist to marry. If the artist must marry let him find someone more interested in art, or his art, or the artist part of him, than in him. After which let them take tea together three times a week.

Literature does not exist in a vacuum. Writers as such have a definite social function exactly proportional to their ability as writers. This is their main use.

The modern artist must live by craft and violence. His gods are violent gods. Those artists, so called, whose work does not show this strife, are uninteresting.

Either move or be moved.

And New York is the most beautiful city in the world? It is not far from it. No urban night is like the night there… Squares after squares of flame, set up and cut into the aether. Here is our poetry, for we have pulled down the stars to our will.

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05.26.2008

Posted in Poetry, Quotes with tags , , , , on May 26, 2008 by Ryan Sanford Smith

Poetry (quotes by Robert Frost)

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Poets are like baseball pitchers. Both have their moments. The intervals are the tough things.

The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom… in a clarification of life – not necessarily a great clarification, such as sects and cults are founded on, but in a momentary stay against confusion.

05.06.2008

Posted in Quotes with tags , , , , , on May 8, 2008 by Ryan Sanford Smith

Use It (a quote by Ernest Hemingway)

Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to be hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get the damned hurt, use it-don’t cheat with it.

05.05.2008

Posted in Quotes with tags , , , , on May 5, 2008 by Ryan Sanford Smith

It Will Writhe (a quote by Franz Kafka)

It is not necessary that you leave the house. Remain at your table and listen. Do not even listen, only wait. Do not even wait, be wholly still and alone. The world will present itself to you for its unmasking, it can do no other, in ecstasy it will writhe at your feet.

05.01.2008

Posted in Prose with tags , , , , , , , on May 2, 2008 by Ryan Sanford Smith

The Stream (an excerpt from Winnie the Pooh, a creation of A. A. Milne)

By the time it came to the edge of the  Forest  the  stream
had  grown  up,  so  that  it  was  almost  a river, and, being
grown-up, it did not run and jump and sparkle along as it  used
to  do  when it was younger, but moved more slowly. For it knew
now where it was going, and it said to  itself,  “There  is  no
hurry. We shall get there some day.”

03.06.2008

Posted in Prose, Quotes with tags , , , on March 6, 2008 by Ryan Sanford Smith

Rarity (a very famous line from Hunter S. Thompson)

There he goes. One of God’s own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.

03.03.2008

Posted in Poetry, Quotes with tags , , , , , on March 3, 2008 by Ryan Sanford Smith

If (an excerpt from the poem by Rudyard Kipling)

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools;