Nils-Aslak Valkeapaa Quotes

In the heart’s rain in the eye’s fog in the winter’s smoky snow in whirling snow in storms wind which wants to tear my coat off legends stories the blood red dawn of the mind the warm spring between your thighs the only haven

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• I wrote poetry before I wrote songs, and T.S. Eliot was my inspiration. I love his honesty and try to bring that to my own songwriting.

  

  Gabrielle Aplin
  • Poetry
  • Inspiration
  • Songs

• I got to the big leagues when I was 20. I thought I had it all figured out. Went to spring training that next year and started off well, got sent down, and I pouted pretty much all of 2000. And it wasn't the right way to handle it.

  

  Vernon Wells
  • Pretty
  • Training
  • Thought

• No matter what's happening in the Middle East - the Arab Spring, et cetera, the economic challenges, high rates of unemployment - the emotional, critical issue is always the Israeli-Palestinian one.

  

  Abdullah II of Jordan
  • High
  • Always
  • Emotional

• If I'm feeling desperate, I'll go out image-hunting. I'll go to news agents and stand at the rack flicking through magazines or go to second-hand bookshops. And then, bit by bit, like concrete poetry, I start to realise that I am drawn to particular things, and then I start wondering why that is.

  

  Gary Hume
  • Poetry
  • Hunting
  • Desperate

• Between work and the kids, I never see anyone anymore. I mean, when I first met with ABC last spring, and they asked me what I'd been doing lately, I said: 'Gee, I have two kids. I'm usually covered with food, wrinkled and feel guilty all the time.

  

  Felicity Huffman
  • Time
  • Work
  • Kids

• Such discussions help us very little to enjoy what has been well done in art or poetry, to discriminate between what is more and what is less excellent in them, or to use words like beauty, excellence, art, poetry, with a more precise meaning than they would otherwise have.

  

  Walter Pater
  • Done
  • Art
  • Help

• It is only the farmer who faithfully plants seeds in the Spring, who reaps a harvest in the Autumn.

  

  B. C. Forbes
  • Spring
  • Autumn
  • Farmer

• Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.

  

  T. S. Eliot
  • Poetry
  • Communicate
  • Genuine

• None but a poet can write a tragedy. For tragedy is nothing less than pain transmuted into exaltation by the alchemy of poetry.

  

  Edith Hamilton
  • Pain
  • Poetry
  • Tragedy

• The attacks of which I have been the object have broken the spring of life in me... People don't realize what it feels like to be constantly insulted.

  

  Edouard Manet
  • People
  • Life
  • Broken

• Every American poet feels that the whole responsibility for contemporary poetry has fallen upon his shoulders, that he is a literary aristocracy of one.

  

  W. H. Auden
  • American
  • Responsibility
  • Poetry

• No verse is free for the man who wants to do a good job....Poetry..remains one person talking to another....no poet can write a poem of amplitude unless he is the master of the prosaic.

  

  T. S. Eliot
  • Good
  • Job
  • Free

• Trying to make a living from poetry is like putting chains on butterfly wings.

  

  A. R. Ammons
  • Trying
  • Poetry
  • Butterfly

• Autumn is a second Spring when every leaf is a flower.

  

  Albert Camus
  • Spring
  • Flower
  • Autumn

• What has always attracted me in life is poetry. Any genre can have poetry. For me, poetry contains truth.

  

  Jean Marais
  • Life
  • Truth
  • Poetry

• Reagan wrote out many of his radio commentaries and newspaper articles as well as many of his own speeches. He wrote poetry, short stories, and letters. Trump, in his own hand, writes 140-character tweets.

  

  Charlie Sykes
  • Character
  • Hand
  • Poetry

• My friends never talk to me about my poetry because they're embarrassed that I write it or they're embarrassed by what I write about which are not such extraordinarily terrifying things, but they are the state of human existence.

  

  Peter Davison
  • Friends
  • Poetry

• I did literature at university, so I had a real relationship with poetry, but they don't make many films about the world of a poet.

  

  Alice Eve
  • World
  • Real
  • Relationship

• Love, which is lust, is the Lamp in the Tomb. Love, which is lust, is the Call from the Gloom. Love, which is lust, is the Main of Desire. Love, which is lust, is the Centric Fire. So man and woman will keep their trust, Till the very Springs of the Sea run dust. Yea, each with the other will lose and win, Till the very Sides of the Grave fall in. For the strife of Love's the abysmal strife, And the word of Love is the Word of Life. And they that go with the Word unsaid, Though they seem of the living, are damned and dead.

  

  William Ernest Henley
  • Life
  • Running
  • Fall

• If you were going to choose a way of making your way in this world and a place to start from, you might not choose poetry and you might not choose Huddersfield.

  

  Simon Armitage
  • Way
  • Poetry
  • Choose

• For me, sex is a refraction of the thing about identity. In the sexual contact, which is usually - but not exclusively - between two people, you do retain separate people.

  

  Tilda Swinton
  • People
  • Identity
  • Contact

• …she felt depressed beyond any thing she had ever known before.

  

  Jane Austen
  • Depressed

• There certainly is such a thing as screen chemistry, although I don't believe you find it frequently.

  

  Olivia De Havilland
  • Believe
  • Find
  • Chemistry

• In the heart’s rain in the eye’s fog in the winter’s smoky snow in whirling snow in storms wind which wants to tear my coat off legends stories the blood red dawn of the mind the warm spring between your thighs the only haven

  

  Nils-Aslak Valkeapaa
  • Poetry
  • Spring
  • Haven