The urge to write poetry is like having an itch. When the itch becomes annoying enough you scratch it.
I think that is where poetry reading becomes such an individual thing. I mean I have friend who like poets who just don't say anything to me at all I mean they seem to me rather ordinary and pedestrian.
Most people can't tell now who wrote what. I like that blurring of identities within the band. because it becomes a unified thing that can't be related to other forms of historical poetry.
He passes from lyric to epic poetry in order to speak about the world and the torment in the world through man rationally and emotionally. The poet then becomes a danger.
So poetry becomes a means for useful dialogue between people who are not only unknown but mute to each other. It produces a dialogue among people that guards all of us against manipulation by our so-called leaders.
Slowly poetry becomes visual because it paints images but it is also musical: it unites two arts into one.
In fact in lyric poetry truthfulness becomes recognizable as a ring of truth within the medium itself.
When truth has no burning then it is philosophy when it gets burning from the heart it becomes poetry.
Pain is filtered in a poem so that it becomes finally in the end pleasure.
The trouble with a kitten is that eventually it becomes a cat.
In a tribal organization even in time of peace service to tribe or state predominates over all self seeking in war service for the tribe or state becomes supreme and personal liberty is suspended.
If you want to make peace with your enemy you have to work with your enemy. Then he becomes your partner.
During times of war hatred becomes quite respectable even though it has to masquerade often under the guise of patriotism.
What lingers from the parent's individual past unresolved or incomplete often becomes part of her or his irrational parenting.
Man's heart away from nature becomes hard.
Man's true nature being lost everything becomes his nature as his true good being lost everything becomes his good.
Nature is so powerful so strong. Capturing its essence is not easy - your work becomes a dance with light and the weather. It takes you to a place within yourself.
To the former child migrants who came to Australia from a home far away led to believe this land would be a new beginning when only to find it was not a beginning but an end an end of innocence - we apologise and we are sorry. To the mothers who lost the maternal right to love and care for their child - we apologise and we are sorry.