"Auctorial Induction"
The Certain Hour (1916)
Context: We are talking over telephones, as Shakespeare could not talk;
We are riding out in motor-cars where Homer had to walk;
And pictures Dante labored on of mediaeval Hell
The nearest cinematograph paints quicker, and as well. But ye copy, copy always; — and ye marvel when ye find
This new beauty, that new meaning, — while a model stands behind,
Waiting, young and fair as ever, till some singer turn and trace
Something of the deathless wonder of life lived in any place.
Hey, my masters, turn from piddling to the turmoil and the strife!
Cease from sonneting, my brothers; let us fashion songs from life.
Interview on the TMN magazine http://topmeganews.com/exclusive-interview-with-the-co-founder-of-guess-paul-marciano/
“A sonnet is a wave of melody
From heaving waters of the impassion'd soul.”
from The Sonnets Voice (A Meterical Lesson by the Seashore).
The Lost Princess of Oz (1917)
Later Oz novels
Context: Were we all like the Sawhorse, we would all be Sawhorses, which would be too many of the kind. Were we all like Hank, we would be a herd of mules; if like Toto, we would be a pack of dogs; should we all become the shape of the Woozy, he would no longer be remarkable for his unusual appearance. Finally, were you all like me, I would consider you so common that I would not care to associate with you. To be individual, my friends, to be different from others, is the only way to become distinguished from the common herd. Let us be glad, therefore, that we differ from one another in form and in disposition. Variety is the spice of life, and we are various enough to enjoy one another's society; so let us be content.
“I was not born to be forced. I will breathe after my own fashion. Let us see who is the strongest.”
Source: On the Duty of Civil Disobedience
“A Sonnet is a moment's monument,—
Memorial from the Soul's eternity
To one dead deathless hour.”
Introductory Sonnet.
The House of Life (1870—1881)
The Fire Next Time http://books.google.com/books?id=0S9TgXJ-aD0C&q=%22If+the+word+integration+means+anything+this+is+what+it+means+that+we+with+love+shall+force+our+brothers+to+see+themselves+as+they+are+to+cease+fleeing+from+reality+and+begin%22&pg=PA21#v=onepage (1963)
“My brother! You are my brother for the rest of my life!”
Gaddafi expressing his gratitude to Nicolae Ceauşescu after receiving a Romanian translation of the Koran, quoted in Red Horizons: Chronicles of a Communist Spy Chief (1987) by Ion Mihai Pacepa, p. 101
"Manifeston On Ars Poetica," lines 1-3.
Visions and Reflections (1972)
