Quotes from John Geddes

I'm not in control and without a firm spot, like Archimedes I can't move the world - let alone your heart..

I threw out all those Latin words - the ones that end in 'ion' - the ones that never quite describe you...

all winter the acorns and red Maple leaf moldered in silence - in the same way grief is gnawing at me - slowly, imperceptibly... consuming...

impulses are flowing through my brain - primal sparks leaping gaps - all so I can put my arms around you...

A madeleine moment - a sound, a scent can incant her presence...

at seventeen I tried to write poetry confining myself solely to Anglo-Saxon words - don't know if it helped, but it made me more concrete ...

it's good to know wave and particle alpha code, but more than that, the writer must go to the heart of life ...

good words - that triumphalism of positivity- but life will claw and eat you - chew you over and over - if you carry such a small knife ...

when people oppose your view, you can become a lightning rod, but if I were you, I'd let them stew...

some writers closet themselves - I write wherever I am because that's where life is happening ...

if you want your own distinctive voice, you first have to become someone...

evil fascinates and repels us - it's a terrible beauty that enthralls us the more we stare into it...

nobody ever takes from the desert anything but aridity and monsters...

you can be talented as a wolf is breathtakingly fierce...silver and gray, like smoke in the trees - but what do you do with terrible beauty?...

my writing is a wild mustang - more thunderous than a lightning storm -and all my skill which I call art, is devoted to simply staying on...

I've marked our sacred place not with stones - I've put it my art to keep it safe...

my thoughts reach out like prayers to you - and if you are quiet, you can hear...

we have entertained ourselves with the pornography of violence and inflamed passions that might otherwise have slumbered...

is the writer a prophet or priest - does he show the truth or serve the truth?...

I am in love with the stars of night - I have made them audible...

art is weaker than life - in the end I have a bag of letters to scrabble into order - rune tiles to cast my fate...

the monk beat me to break my spirit, incensed I knew Acquinas - angry, I knew his riddle - beauty is what is pleasing to the eye - he wasn't...

all kinds of images swim like tropical fish in the bathysphere inside my skull ...

you've lost perspective? Well, get it back - God alone has the third person point of view in this life ...