"Loneliness is necessary for pure poetry. When someone intrudes into the poet’s life (and any sudden personal contact, whether in the bed or in the heart, is an intrusion) he loses his balance for a moment, slips into being who he is, uses his poetry as one would use money or sympathy. The person who writes the poetry emerges, tentatively, like a hermit crab from a conch shell. The poet, for that instant, ceases to be a dead man."
(Source: kristenbobisten)
(Source: kristenbobisten)
A kindred spirit, living every moment in a very free way - she is enchanting to the very depth of her soul. Together we sat and let our minds string nonsense into poetry, saturating ourselves with the pure and simple beauty of the world. Soil and sand blanketing our feet, eyes open wide with fascination,
together we’ve fallen down the rabbit hole.
"As far as the poetry I like, I sometimes feel like a cranky old man. I turn to old, formal poetry, or the super-famous poetry of the twentieth century—Eliot, Auden, Yeats, et al."
� William Butler of Arcade Fire, Poetry, June 2012 (via poetrysince1912)
I’m going to make everything around me beautiful - that will be my life.
