Terence McKenna (Terence Kemp McKenna) Quotes
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I'm uncomfortable with the focus on the poet and not on the poem.
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A poet's autobiography is his poetry. Anything else is just a footnote.
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A poet can survive everything but a misprint.
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I am not quite a poet but I am something of the kind.
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The bad poet is usually unconscious where he ought to be conscious, and conscious where he ought to be unconscious.
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A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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I wouldn't be happy about being considered a love poet or an environmental - I don't want any of those tags.
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Even if a poet writes about sitting in a glass house drinking tea, it reflects politics.
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I have such memories; I keep thinking about all the people I worked with. I was in the recording studio and I was talking to one of the engineers who is 24 and they don't know these people. They just absolutely don't know the people and it just tickles me. I don't feel like I've grown up.
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The poet is the supreme artist, for he is the master of colour and of form, and the real musician besides, and is lord over all life and all arts.
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A writer should have the precision of a poet and the imagination of a scientist.
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If everybody became a poet the world would be much better. We would all read to each other.
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The great poet draws his creations only from out of his own reality.
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Everyone is born a poet - a person discovering the way words sound and work, caring and delighting in words. I just kept on doing what everyone starts out doing. The real question is: Why did other people stop?
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Every good poet includes a critic, but the reverse is not true.
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Threadbare his songs seem now, to lettered ken: They were worn threadbare next the hearts of men.
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Some moralist or mythological poet Compares the solitary soul to a swan; I am satisfied with that, Satisfied if a troubled mirror show it, Before that brief gleam of its life be gone.
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Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn-that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness-that season which has drawn from every poet worthy of being read some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling.
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Swiftly gliding in, blushing like a girl, a tall thin stripling held out both his hands; and although I could hardly believe as I looked at his flushed feminine, and artless face that it could be the Poet, I returned his warm pressure. After the ordinary greetings and courtesies he sat down and listened. I was silent from astonishment: was it possible that this mild-mannered beardless boy could be the veritable monster of the world?–ex-communicated by the Fathers of the Church, deprived of his civil rights by the fiat of a grim Lord Chancellor, discarded by every member of his family,and denounced by the rival sages of our literature as the founder of a Satanic school? I could not believe it; it must be a hoax.
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There is always safety in valor.
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I don't bother so much about the others' songs. For instance, I don't give a damn about how 'Something' is doing in the charts - I watch 'Come Together' (the flip side) because that's my song.
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The engineers of the future will be poets.
