Archives - April 2011
April 1, 2011
Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.
April 2, 2011
The only real prison is fear, and the only real freedom is freedom from fear.
April 3, 2011
Never confuse the size of your paycheck with the size of your talent.
April 4, 2011
Friendship is born at the moment when one person says to another, “What! You too? I thought I was the only one.”
April 5, 2011
I would rather regret the things I have done than the things that I have not.
April 6, 2011
Like butterflies in Spring
Poetry awakens the Spirit,
stirs the imagination and explores
the possibilities with each stroke of its rhythmic wings.
April 7, 2011
We could have bought a small yacht with what we spent on our dog and all the things he destroyed. Then again, how many yachts wait by the door all day for your return?
April 8, 2011
To love what you do and feel that it matters --- how could anything be more fun?
April 9, 2011
All that is gold does not glitter; not all those that wander are lost.
April 10, 2011
It is the job of poetry to clean up our word-clogged reality by creating silences around things.
April 11, 2011
Keep your love of nature, for that is the true way to understand art and more.
April 12, 2011
An original idea. That can’t be too hard. The library must be full of them.
April 13, 2011
If you think taking care of yourself is selfish, change your mind. If you don’t, you’re simply ducking your responsibilities.
April 14, 2011
Don’t ever confuse the two, your life and your work. That’s what I have to say. The second is only part of the first.
April 15, 2011
Browsing the dim back corner
Of a musty antique shop
Opened an old book of poetry
Angels flew out from the pages
I caught the whiff of a soul
The ink seemed fresh as today
Was that voices whispering?
The tree of the paper still grows.
April 16, 2011
The truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it.
April 17, 2011
I'm proud to pay taxes in the United States; the only thing is, I could be just as proud for half the money.
April 18, 2011
Writing gives you the illusion of control, and then you realize it’s just an illusion, that people are going to bring their own stuff into it.
April 19, 2011
The only thing money gives you is the freedom of not worrying about money.
April 20, 2011
You know you’ve read a good book when you turn the last page and feel a little as if you have lost a friend.
April 21, 2011
Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.
April 22, 2011
The only problem
with Haiku is that you just
get started and then
April 23, 2011
Easter spells out beauty, the rare beauty of new life.
April 24, 2011
Real luxury is time and opportunity to read for pleasure.
April 25, 2011
Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out.... Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.
April 26, 2011
People who say they don’t care what people think are usually desperate to have people think they don’t care what people think.
April 27, 2011
The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.
April 28, 2011
Life literally abounds in comedy if you just look around you.
April 29, 2011
Poets are like baseball pitchers. Both have their moments. The intervals are the tough things.
April 30, 2011
At first, dreams seem impossible, then improbable, and eventually inevitable.