Flight is the only true sensation that men have achieved in modern history.
... Up telephone poles, Which rear, half out of leavage As though they would shriek Like things smothered by their own Green, mindless, unkillable ghosts. In Georgia, the legend says That you must close your windows At night to keep it out of the house The glass is tinged with green, even so, As the tendrils crawl over the fields. The night the Kudzu has Your pasture, you sleep like the dead. Silence has grown oriental And you cannot step upon the ground... ALL: Kudzu by James Dickey
To say that its wrong to feel this way is not the point; you do feel it. All you see is a flash of fire and, depending on your altitude, you don't even see that sometimes.
The true feeling of sex is that of a deep intimacy, but above all of a deep complicity.
Detachment produces a peculiar state of mind. Maybe that's the worst sentence of all, to be deprived of feeling what a human being ought to be entitled to feel.
To be precise and reckless: that is the consummation devoutly to be wished.
I think Ginsberg has done more harm to the craft that I honor and live by than anybody else by reducing it to a kind of mean that enables the most dubious practitioners to claim they are poets because they think, If the kind of thing Ginsberg does is poetry, I can do that.
She was the Judy Garland of American poetry.
You are bound, my hunch is, to make it just fine.
So much destruction in modern war takes place miles and miles away from the source of the destruction, the human being who has caused it.
William Packard surely must be one of the great editors of our time.
I want a fever, in poetry: a fever, and tranquillity.