Edith Sitwell: Citations en anglais
“I have often wished I had time to cultivate modesty… But I am too busy thinking about myself.”
As quoted in The Observer (30 April 1950)
“Let us speak of our madness. We are always being called mad.”
Yea and Nay : A series of lectures and counter-lectures given at the London school of economics in aid of the hospitals of London (1923) edited by C David Stelling, Section IV, Poetry and Modern Poetry
Contexte: Let us speak of our madness. We are always being called mad. If we are mad — we and our brothers in America who are walking hand in hand with us in the vanguard of progress — at least we are mad in company with most of our great predecessors and all the most intelligent foreigners. Beethoven, Schumann, and Wagner, Shelley, Blake, Keats, Coleridge, Wordsworth were all mad in turn. We shall be proud to join them in the Asylum to which they are now consigned.
“I am patient with stupidity but not with those who are proud of it.”
Source: The Last Years of a Rebel (1967), p. 24
“My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music, and silence.”
As quoted in Reader's Digest Vol. 111, No. 666, (October 1977)
Still Falls the Rain (1940)
Contexte: See, see where Christ's blood streames in the firmament:
It flows from the Brow we nailed upon the tree Deep to the dying, to the thirsting heart
That holds the fires of the world, — dark-smirched with pain
As Caesar's laurel crown. Then sounds the voice of One who like the heart of man
Was once a child who among beasts has lain —
"Still do I love, still shed my innocent light, my Blood, for thee."
Source: Taken Care Of (1965), p. 221
Contexte: There are people, also, who cannot believe that beauty and gaiety are a part of goodness.
When we think of cruelty, we must try to remember the stupidity, the envy, the frustration from which it has arisen.
"Clowns' Houses"
Clowns' Houses (1918)
Contexte: p>The busy chatter of the heat
Shrilled like a parakeet;
And shuddering at the noonday light
The dust lay dead and whiteAs powder on a mummy's face,
Or fawned with simian grace
Round booths with many a hard bright toy
And wooden brittle joy:The cap and bells of Time the Clown
That, jangling, whistled down
Young cherubs hidden in the guise
Of every bird that flies;And star-bright masks for youth to wear,
Lest any dream that fare
— Bright pilgrim — past our ken, should see
Hints of Reality.</p
"Clowns' Houses"
Clowns' Houses (1918)
Contexte: p>The busy chatter of the heat
Shrilled like a parakeet;
And shuddering at the noonday light
The dust lay dead and whiteAs powder on a mummy's face,
Or fawned with simian grace
Round booths with many a hard bright toy
And wooden brittle joy:The cap and bells of Time the Clown
That, jangling, whistled down
Young cherubs hidden in the guise
Of every bird that flies;And star-bright masks for youth to wear,
Lest any dream that fare
— Bright pilgrim — past our ken, should see
Hints of Reality.</p
“Our hearts seemed safe in our breasts and sang to the
Light —”
"Three Poems of the Atomic Bomb: Dirge for the New Sunrise"
The Canticle of the Rose (1949)
Contexte: Our hearts seemed safe in our breasts and sang to the
Light —
The marrow in the bone
We dreamed was safe... the blood in the veins, the
sap in the tree
Were springs of Deity.
“Within your magic web of hair, lies furled
The fire and splendour of the ancient world;”
"The Web of Eros"
The Wooden Pegasus (1920)
Contexte: Within your magic web of hair, lies furled
The fire and splendour of the ancient world;
The dire gold of the comet's wind-blown hair;
The songs that turned to gold the evening air
When all the stars of heaven sang for joy.
"Three Poems of the Atomic Bomb: Dirge for the New Sunrise"
The Canticle of the Rose (1949)
"Clowns' Houses"
Clowns' Houses (1918)
Contexte: Tall windows show Infinity;
And, hard reality,
The candles weep and pry and dance
Like lives mocked at by Chance. The rooms are vast as Sleep within;
When once I ventured in,
Chill Silence, like a surging sea,
Slowly enveloped me.
“I am resigned to the fact that people who don't know me loathe me.”
The Last Years of a Rebel (1967)
Contexte: I am resigned to the fact that people who don't know me loathe me. Perhaps it is because I am a woman writing poetry. It must be annoying to a man who wants to write to see this horrid old lady who can.
“The world's floors are quaking, crumbling and breaking.”
"The Last Gallop"
Façades (1922)
Contexte: White as a winding sheet,
Masks blowing down the street:
Moscow, Paris London, Vienna — all are undone.
The drums of death are mumbling, rumbling, and tumbling,
Mumbling, rumbling, and tumbling,
The world's floors are quaking, crumbling and breaking.
“I wish the government would put a tax on pianos for the incompetent.”
As quoted in An Uncommon Scold (1989) by Abby Adams, p. 176
On converting to Roman Catholicism at the age of 67, in news reports (15 Aug 1955), as quoted in Simpson’s Contemporary Quotations (1988) compiled by James B. Simpson
“Vulgarity is, in reality, nothing but a modern, chic, pert descendant of the goddess Dullness.”
Source: Taken Care Of (1965), Ch. 19
As quoted in Edith Sitwell: Fire of the Mind : an Anthology (1976) by Elizabeth Salter, p. 176
“Good taste is the worst vice ever invented.”
The Last Years of a Rebel (1967)
“My poems are hymns of praise to the glory of life.”
"Some notes on my poetry" Collected Poems (1957)
“A great many people now reading and writing would be better employed keeping rabbits.”
As quoted in Writers on Writing (1986) by Jon Winokur, p. 24
Source: Taken Care Of (1965), Ch. 15
“The public will believe anything, so long as it is not founded on truth.”
Preface
Taken Care Of (1965)
Still Falls the Rain (1940)
