I am so wise I had my mouth sewn shut.
John BerrymanTag: wisdom
The splendour
John BerrymanLife, friends, is boring. We must not say so.
After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,
we ourselves flash and yearn
You should always be trying to write a poem you are unable to write, a poem you lack the technique, the language, the courage to achieve. Otherwise you're merely imitating yourself, going nowhere, because that's always easiest.
John BerrymanThem lady poets must not marry, pal . . . It is a true error to marry with poets / or to be by them.
John BerrymanThem lady poets must not marry, pal.
John BerrymanI cry. Evil dissolves, and love, like foam;
that love. Prattle of children powers me home,
my heart claps like the swan’s
under a frenzy of who love me and who shine.
Tag: inspirational
We have reason to be afraid. This is a terrible place.
John BerrymanThe artist is extremely lucky who is presented with the worst possible ordeal which will not actually kill him. At that point, he's in business.
John BerrymanThe high ones die, die. They die. You look up and who’s there?
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