Charles Simic quotes:
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Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all the others were making ships.
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Found objects, chance creations, ready-mades (mass-produced items promoted into art objects, such as Duchamp's "Fountain"-urinal as sculpture) abolish the separation between art and life. The commonplace is miraculous if rightly seen.
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Insomnia is an all-night travel agency with posters advertising faraway places.
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Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all others were making ships.
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Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them.
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If I believe in anything, it is in the dark night of the soul. Awe is my religion, and mystery is its church.
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Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all the others were making ships."
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Wanted: a needle swift enough to sew this poem into a blanket.
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For Emily Dickinson every philosophical idea was a potential lover. Metaphysics is the realm of eternal seduction of the spirit by ideas.
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The plain truth is we are going to die. Here I am, a teeny spec surrounded by boundless space and time, arguing with the whole of creation, shaking my fist, sputtering, growing even eloquent at times, and then-poof! I am gone. Swept off once and for all. I think that is very, very funny.
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I left parts of myself everywhere, The way absent-minded people leave Gloves and umbrellas Whose colors are sad from dispensing so much bad luck
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Making art in America is about saving one's soul.
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Poems are other people's snapshots in which we see our own lives.
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When people ask me how to find happiness in life I tell them, First learn how to cook.
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The idea is to spin the wheel of metaphors and images until sparks of associations begin to fly for the reader.
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Poetry is an orphan of silence.
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The secret wish of poetry is to stop time.
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The world is beautiful but not sayable. That's why we need art.
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I'm not a stickler for truth. To me, lying in poetry is much more fun. I'm against lying in life, in principle, in any other activity except poetry.
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I was already dozing off in the shade, dreaming that the rustling trees were my many selves explaining themselves all at the same time so that I could not make out a single word. My life was a beautiful mystery on the verge of understanding, always on the verge! Think of it!
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Silence is the only language god speaks.
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I could never free myself from the thought that Nature is that which is slowly killing me.
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The highest levels of consciousness are wordless.
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Poetry: three mismatched shoes at the entrance of a dark alley.
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He who cannot howl will not find his pack.
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One writes because one has been touched by the yearning for and the despair of ever touching the Other.
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A poem is an invitation to a voyage. As in life, we travel to see fresh sights.
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The truth is dark under your eyelids.
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I slept little, read a lot, and fell in love frequently.
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The ambition of much of today's literary theory seems to be to find ways to read literature without imagination.
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If the sky falls they shall have clouds for supper.
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The stars know everything, So we try to read their minds. As distant as they are, We choose to whisper in their presence.
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The stone is a mirror which works poorly. Nothing in it but dimness. Your dimness or its dimness, who's to say? In the hush your heart sounds like a black cricket.
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A poem is an instant of lucidity in which the entire organism participates.
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In their effort to divorce language and experience, deconstructionist critics remind me of middle-class parents who do not allow their children to play in the street.
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Only poetry can measure the distance between ourselves and the Other.
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Here is something we can all count on. Sooner or later our tribe always comes to ask us to agree to murder.
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There are knives that glitter like altars In a dark church Where they bring the cripple and the imbecile To be healed. There's a woden block where bones are broken, Scraped clean--a river dried to its bed
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Only brooms Know the devil Still exists, That the snow grows whiter After a crow has flown over it
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The poem I want to write is impossible. A stone that floats.
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A 'truth' detached and purified of pleasures of ordinary life is not worth a damn in my view. Every grand theory and noble sentiment ought to be first tested in the kitchen-and then in bed, of course.
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When you play chess alone it's always your move.
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Words make love on the page like flies in the summer heat and the poet is only the bemused spectator.
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Roberto Calasso's survey of the renewed interest in myth demonstrates how decisive the gods' influence was on modern literature. Calasso is not only immensely learned; he is one of the most original thinkers and writers we have today.
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There are people who live inside their heads and their intellects. It's something one is born with and stuck with. It's not something you make a decision about.
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To submit to chance is to reveal the self and its obsessions.