Geoffrey Hill Quotes

United Kingdom, Poet
June 18, 1932 – June, 30, 2016.

Sir Geoffrey William Hill, FRSL was an English poet, professor emeritus of English literature and religion, and former co-director of the Editorial Institute, at Boston University. Hill has been considered to be among the most distinguished poets of his generation and was called the "greatest living poet in the English language."

Snooki is a bestselling author? Huh? What? I don't know if I should dumb down my book, shoot myself or find a publisher who'll settle for a rough draft written on a Pop-Tart and a coconut lotion handie.

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- Book
- Written
- Rough
Thus I grind to conclusion.

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- Conclusion
- Grind

I think art has a right — not an obligation — to be difficult if it wishes. And, since people generally go on from this to talk about elitism versus democracy, I would add that genuinely difficult art is truly democratic.

Geoffrey Hill
September fattens on vines. Roses flake from the wall. The smoke of harmless fires drifts to my eyes. This is plenty. This is more than enough.

Geoffrey Hill
Dig -- the mostly uncouth -- language of grace.

Geoffrey Hill
- Language
- Mostly
- Uncouth
... one of the things the tyrant most cunningly engineers is the gross over-simplification of language, because propaganda requires that the minds of the collective respond primitively to slogans of incitement.

Geoffrey Hill
As estimated, you died. Things marched, sufficient, to that end. Just so much Zyklon and leather, patented terror, so many routine cries.

Geoffrey Hill
- Terror
- Routine
- Estimated
Autumn resumes the land, ruffles the woods with smoky wings, entangles them.

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- Autumn
- Resumes
- Ruffles

Platonic England, house of solitudes, rests in its laurels and its injured stone

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- House
- Stones
- Laurels
We are difficult. Human beings are difficult. We’re difficult to ourselves, we’re difficult to each other.

Geoffrey Hill