Geoffrey Hill quotes:

Snooki is a bestselling author? Huh? What? I don't know if I should dumb down my book, shoot myself or find a publisher who'll settle for a rough draft written on a Pop-Tart and a coconut lotion handie..

Snooki is a bestselling author? Huh? What? I don't know if I should dumb down my book, shoot myself or find a publisher who'll settle for a rough draft written on a Pop-Tart and a coconut lotion handie.."

Recall the coldOf Towton on Palm Sunday before dawn,Wakefield, Tewkesbury : fastidious trumpetsShrilling into the ruck ; some trampledAcres, parched, sodden or blanched by sleet,Stuck with strange-postured dead. Recall the wind'sFlurrying, darkness over the human mire.

Dig -- the mostly uncouth -- language of grace.

Platonic England, house of solitudes, rests in its laurels and its injured stone

September fattens on vines. Roses flake from the wall. The smoke of harmless fires drifts to my eyes. This is plenty. This is more than enough.

Thus I grind to conclusion.

Autumn resumes the land, ruffles the woods with smoky wings, entangles them.

Public toilets have a duty to be accessible, poetry does not.

... one of the things the tyrant most cunningly engineers is the gross over-simplification of language, because propaganda requires that the minds of the collective respond primitively to slogans of incitement.

As estimated, you died. Things marched, sufficient, to that end. Just so much Zyklon and leather, patented terror, so many routine cries.

We are difficult. Human beings are difficult. We're difficult to ourselves, we're difficult to each other.

We are difficult. Human beings are difficult. We're difficult to ourselves, we're difficult to each other. And we are mysteries to ourselves, we are mysteries to each other. One encounters in any ordinary day far more real difficulty than one confronts in the most "intellectual" piece of work. Why is it believed that poetry, prose, painting, music should be less than we are? Why does music, why does poetry have to address us in simplified terms, when if such simplification were applied to a description of our own inner selves we would find it demeaning?