
“It takes a spasm of love to write a poem.”
How to Save Your Own Life (1977)
Starting from Paumanok, 6
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)
“It takes a spasm of love to write a poem.”
How to Save Your Own Life (1977)
“I prefer the absurdity of writing poems
to the absurdity of not writing poems.”
Source: Nothing Twice: Selected Poems
“I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.”
“…whether they write poems or don’t write poems, poets are best.”
“Recent Poetry”, p. 227
Kipling, Auden & Co: Essays and Reviews 1935-1964 (1980)
“It’s not easy to write a poem about a poem.”
“Is It Possible to Write a Poem?,” p. 111
The Sun Watches the Sun (1999), Sequence: “Is It Possible to Write a Poem”
Quote from a 1962 essay by Andre; as quoted in ' Objects Are What We Aren't' https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2015/02/26/objects-are-what-we-arent/, by Andy Battaglia; The Parish Review, February 26, 2015
"Last Will and Testament" (May 1572); published in John Knox and John Knox's House (1905) by Charles John Guthrie
Context: None have I corrupted. None have I defrauded. Merchandise have I not made — to God's glory I write — of the glorious Evangel of Jesus Christ; but, according to the measure of the grace granted unto me, I have divided the Sermon of Truth in just parts, beating down the rebellion of the proud against God, and raising up the consciences troubled with the knowledge of their sins, by declaring Jesus Christ, the strength of His Death, and the mighty operation of His Resurrection, in the hearts of the Faithful. Of this, I say, I have a testimony this day in my conscience, before God, however the world rage.
Personism: A Manifesto, from The Collected Poems of Frank O'Hara (1972).
“I was going to write a poem, I was stifling, fed up with old things”
"How Awful When Poetry Ages As It Is Read"
I've Learned Some Things (2008)
Context: Gulls into the water, women proudly into the bazaars
I was going to write a poem, I was stifling, fed up with old things
Eat, my mother says, but they're all things I've grown accustomed to, in the end.
Like Camus and — I don’t know — people like that, I'm cracking up
Everything will begin when it untangles itself from your hair