Showing posts with label nothing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nothing. Show all posts
9.19.2024
8.26.2024
word bather
A poet who bathed in words, and words were nothing to him and everything all at once.
[Thinking of poet Peter Ganick.]
[Thinking of poet Peter Ganick.]
Labels:
bath,
everything,
language poetry,
memorial,
nothing,
peter ganick,
words
4.07.2023
poetry stretches
Again and again, poetry stretches words until and so that we are forced to look afresh at them, and by the same token at the concepts, experiences and attitudes behind them. The poet Randall Jarrell quotes Johann Wolfgang von Goethe: ‘The author whom a lexicon can keep up with is worth nothing.’
—James Camien McGuiggan, Meaning beyond definition, Aeon (online) 3 April 2023
—James Camien McGuiggan, Meaning beyond definition, Aeon (online) 3 April 2023
Labels:
definition,
j. w. von goethe,
lexicon,
nothing,
randall jarrell,
stretch
7.01.2021
7.05.2020
gauged by language
If a poet writes about nothing, his language better really be something.
Labels:
content,
importance,
language,
nothing,
subject matter
7.11.2018
afraid of having said
You have a right to write about nothing, as I have a right to skip reading what you’ve written.
5.30.2018
1.12.2016
11.20.2013
not about words
Afraid the poem would be about something, the poet wrote what amounted to nothing but words.
6.18.2012
expresses nothing
Beauty has as many meanings as man has moods. Beauty is the symbol of symbols. Beauty reveals everything because it expresses nothing. When it shows itself, it shows us the whole fiery-coloured world.
—Oscar Wilde, “The Critic as Artist”
n.b.: I was in San Francisco this week and went to see a major art exhibit at the Legion of Honor: "The Cult of Beauty: The Victorian Avant-Garde 1860–1900." The quote above was printed on the wall in the first room.
—Oscar Wilde, “The Critic as Artist”
n.b.: I was in San Francisco this week and went to see a major art exhibit at the Legion of Honor: "The Cult of Beauty: The Victorian Avant-Garde 1860–1900." The quote above was printed on the wall in the first room.
Labels:
aesthetics,
beauty,
critic,
nothing,
oscar wilde,
symbols,
world
11.10.2010
not much there
For good or for bad, poets keep proving you can write a poem about almost nothing at all.
Labels:
about,
nothing,
where poems come from
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