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  • #61
    Mary Karr
    “I'd spent way more years worrying about how to look like a poet -- buying black clothes, smearing on scarlet lipstick, languidly draping myself over thrift-store furniture -- than I had learning how to assemble words in some discernible order.”
    Mary Karr, Lit

  • #62
    Sanober  Khan
    “Whatever you get out of poetry - take it. take it. take it.
    Words are better off felt than understood.”
    Sanober Khan

  • #63
    Dorothy L. Sayers
    “Heaven deliver us, what's a poet? Something that can't go to bed without making a song about it.”
    Dorothy L. Sayers, Busman's Honeymoon
    tags: poets

  • #64
    Sanober  Khan
    “A single poem, alone
    can turn tides
    scatter galaxies
    and burst forth with rivers
    from paradise.”
    Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos

  • #65
    Karen Tei Yamashita
    “Then you are a poet?' she asked, fingering the flyer in her pocket.
    'No not at all,' he waved his hand. 'I am merely a character in a poem.”
    Karen Tei Yamashita, Tropic of Orange

  • #66
    Sanober  Khan
    “poetry
    melts my bones.
    enters my blood.

    and changes
    its composition.”
    Sanober Khan

  • #67
    “I recall that now and I recall everything for what do we have
    but the past to parent us?”
    Kathleen Driskell, Seed Across Snow

  • #68
    Yarro Rai
    “Love doesn’t make you a poet; it makes you poetry.”
    Yarro Rai

  • #70
    Avijeet Das
    “Writers, poets and artists inspire each other. I believe they become muses for each other.”
    Avijeet Das

  • #71
    Criss Jami
    “I have a poet's heart: whether manifested through rage or manifested through grace, certain loves never really go away.”
    Criss Jami

  • #72
    “You have no reason to have depression haunting you. These words are so shapeless. So tasteless. If they were true then, why do I feel like this?”
    Cynthia Cisneros, Burned Tongues: Poems

  • #73
    “It’s all about the word-culture, babe
    and street literature

    and the good kind, too.
    None of that wishy-washy shit either.”
    Cynthia Cisneros, Burned Tongues: Poems

  • #74
    “Darling,
    who made you believe
    stumbling down the aisle
    was like marching to your death
    on bloodstained knees?

    How did it ever come to this?

    You,
    thinking love to be a monster
    sent to torch your lungs
    and make the atlas in your blood
    collapse future lineages
    because you’re afraid.”
    Cynthia Cisneros, Burned Tongues: Poems

  • #75
    “You would steal
    their hearts
    with chopsticks.
    Suck the drip of sin
    from their bones.
    Scatter rose petals
    in their blood
    and make them
    fucking drinkable.”
    Cynthia Cisneros, Burned Tongues: Poems

  • #76
    “I resemble a murder scene.
    It’s my heart smeared on me.”
    Cynthia Cisneros, Burned Tongues: Poems



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