Canadian Poet Quotes
All writers feel struck by the limitations of language.
Life pulls softly inside your bindings. The pod glows - dear stench.
We consider the artist a special sort of person. It is more likely that each of us is a special sort of artist.
August is laughing across the sky
laughing, while paddle, canoe and I
Where hills uplift
either side of the current.. swift
Whom the gods do not intend to destroy, they first make mad with poetry.
The trails of the world be countless, and most of the trails be tried; You tread on the heels of the many, till you come where the ways divide;And one lies safe in the sunlight, and the other is dreary and wan,But you look aslant at the Lone Trail, and the Lone Trail lures you on.
The medatative approach acknowledges that one moment will inevitably lead on to the next. We accept immortality instead of fighting it off.
And it occurs to me that if I were aboard a rowboat floating in the middle of all the beer I've drunk in a lifetime, I'd never be able to see the shore.
It is not easy to free
myth from reality
or rear this fellow up
to lutch, lurch with them
in the tranced dancing of men.
Canada Could Have Enjoyed:
and American know-how.
Instead It Ended Up With:
and American culture.
John Robert Colombo
There was always, he thought, this pleasure ahead of him, an ace of joy up his sleeve so he could say you can do anything to me, take everything away, put me in prison, but I will know [her] when we are old.
The Canadian people are more practical than imaginative. Romantic tales and poetry would meet with less favour in their eyes than a good political article from their newspapers.
A simile is like a pair of eyeglasses, one side sees this, one side sees that, the device brings them together.
I have learned little from the years that fly;
But I have wrung the color from the years.
Another hill town;
another dry Cinzano in the sun.
John Malcolm Brinnin
The white man had come with the Bible in one hand, the bottle in the other.
E. Pauline Johnson
becomes the testicles
of a man.
I do this in my long poems. I have to move between one thing and another and this oscillation is the way I find out what I'm trying to say
I don't want to turn any of this into poetry / but / you're so beautiful / flowers turn their heads to smell you
Longing for something that you once had is a mistake because the pictures in your mind are never the same as whatever it is you are longing for.
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