Smiles form the channels of a future tear.
Poetry is a form of mathematics, a highly rigorous relationship with words.
When we hear some beautiful piece of Mozart or admire a wonderful building, we suddenly become present in ourselves. That’s unusual nowadays because dishevelment and distraction have become an art form.
The term ‘epitaph’ itself means ‘something to be spoken at a burial or engraved upon a tomb.’ When an epitaph is a poem written for a tomb, and appears in a book, we are aware that we are not reading it in its proper form: we are reading a reproduction. The original of the epitaph is the tomb itself, with its words cut into the stone.
The poem is a form of texting… it’s the original text. It’s a perfecting of a feeling in language – it’s a way of saying more with less, just as texting is.
Thus, in accordance with the spirit of the Historical School, knowledge of the principles of the human world falls within that world itself, and the human sciences form an independent system.
If you do not know the laws of right conduct, you cannot form your character.
They are more beautiful than anything in the world, kinetic sculptures, perfect form in motion.
The worker can unionize, go out on strike; mothers are divided from each other in homes, tied to their children by compassionate bonds; our wildcat strikes have most often taken the form of physical or mental breakdown.
It took me 14 years to write ‘Crazy Brave’ because I kept changing the form and I also kept running away from the story. I said I don’t really want to write about myself. But it’s about writing about memory.