Quotes About Inspiration

Herbales y verbales. El lenguaje es como las amapolas. Solo requiere que algo remueva la tierra a su alrededor para que las palabras que estaban dormidas broten rojas, lozanas, meciéndose al viento. Luego las semillas caen al suelo por el movimiento de las inflorescencias. Y crean más palabras que esperan para brotar.

Poems should be written rarely and reluctantly, under unbearable duress, and only with the hope that good spirits, not evil ones, choose us for their instrument.

Outside, the sun was shining. It was irrelevant. There was something Lise had to write down, again. What was it? I am a ( ) person.

Midge, inimioara mea dulce È™i cumplit de cinic?, spune bunicul. Va trebui s? înveÈ›i acel tip de speran?? care transform? lucrurile în istorie. Altfel, n-o s? existe vreo È™ans? pentru propriile tale adev?ruri m?reÈ›e, È™i nici un adev?r bun pentru proprii t?i nepoÈ›i.

Art in nature.

The fact is, imagine.

Do you come to art to be comforted, or do you come to art to be re-skinned?

Dishevelled genius; because genius doesn't need to be hevelled, whatever hevelled is.

You're going to have to learn the kind of hope that makes things history. Otherwise there'll be no good hope for your own grand truths and no good truths for your own grandchildren.

And on that night, when all he's ever known in the past couple of years started to break apart, he did not try so desperately to keep her muse. He didn't need to. He also did not soak up in bottles of rum. Instead, he went home. He went home and painted. Because before any of this has ever happened, he was a painter.

All the characters in my books are imagined, but all have a bit of who I am in them - much like the characters in your dreams are all formed by who you are.

I feel more influenced in my own work by dreams than I do by other writers' works in a way. Or by popular culture, movies - what else is there to write about than love and loss?

My soul is full of whispered song; My blindness is my sight; The shadows that I feared so long Are all alive with light.

They should invent some way to tape-record your dreams. I've written songs in my dreams that were Beatles songs. Then I'd wake up and they'd be gone.

A)nd while imagination flourishes alone and in secret, it also craves fellowship.

Writing is waiting. That's the whole of it. If you sit in your chair not doing anything else for long enough, the answer will come. You do have to be in your chair, though, ready to write it down.

Each poet creates an expatriate space, a slightly skewed domain where things are freshly felt because they are freshly said.

If I can get on to my sofa and occupy myself for four hours, at intervals through the day, scribbling my notes, and able to read the books that belong to me, in that they clarify the density, and shape the formless mass within, life seems inconceivably rich...

The landscape of Hell is the largest shared construction project in imaginative history, and its chief architects have been creative giants- Homer, Virgil, Plato, Augustine, Dante, Bosch, Michelangelo, Milton, Goethe, Blake, and more.

You cannot approach this from logic. You have to approach this from the most wild depths of your imagination.

Spirit of place! It is for this we travel, to surprise its subtlety and where it is a strong and dominant angel, that place, seen once, abides entire in the memory with all its own accidents, its habits, its breath, its name.

Who do you serve? Do you serve somebody? I serve the poem, no one.

We could never sit at this kitchen table without our terrible and beautiful past and our poems that tell us who we are.

It isn't a good price, that you pay for writing a poem.