I love poetry. It is in the oxygen I breathe, and in the blood that courses through me. We have so many means now, with which to create, express and share, that our poetry can cross any boundary.
Monday, December 21, 2015
I shall use may anger to build a bridge
Suppose, for a moment, that you're angry, so angry that you want to hurt people badly, maybe even kill them, and you want to destroy whatever is theirs. That's how angry you are.
Now, suppose, instead, that you construct something - a school, a railway, a bridge - from your anger.
Imagine, moreover, that people come gathering, after your construction is through, and they dance without any self consciousness and with complete joy.
Imagine that!
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~On John Ashbery
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