I began by doing book reviews on the typewriter and then went over to short stories on the machine, meanwhile sticking to pencil for poetry. Conrad Aiken More Quotes by Conrad Aiken More Quotes From Conrad Aiken The hiss was now becoming a roar - the whole world was a vast moving screen of snow - but even now it said peace, it said remoteness, it said cold, it said sleep. Conrad Aiken sleep snow moving All lovely things will have an ending, all lovely things will fade and die; and youth, that's now so bravely spending, Will beg a penny by and by. Conrad Aiken lovely youth pennies The wandering one, the inquisitive dreamer of dreams, the eternal asker of answers, stands in the street, and lifts his palms for the first cold ghost of rain. Conrad Aiken answers dream rain [At a musical concert:] . . . the music's pure algebra of enchantment. Conrad Aiken enchantment concerts music I compelled myself all through to write an exercise in verse, in a different form, every day of the year. I turned out my page every day, of some sort - I mean I didn't give a damn about the meaning, I just wanted to master the form - all the way from free verse, Walt Whitman, to the most elaborate of villanelles and ballad forms. Very good training. I've always told everybody who has ever come to me that I thought that was the first thing to do. Conrad Aiken exercise writing mean I'm afraid I wasn't much of a student, but my casual reading was enormous. Conrad Aiken casual reading students I think that what's happening today, with all the young poets rushing from one college to another, lecturing at the drop of a hat and so on, is not too good; I think it might have a bad effect on a great many of the young poets. They - to quote Mark Twain - "swap juices" a little too much, so that they are in danger of losing their own identity and don't give themselves time enough in which to work out what's really of importance to them - they're too busy. Conrad Aiken rushing college thinking My heart has become as hard as a city street, the horses trample upon it, it sings like iron, all day long and all night long they beat, they ring like the hooves of time. Conrad Aiken horse heart night I've tried it long ago, with hashish and peyote. Fascinating, yes, but no good, no. This, as we find in alcohol, is an escape from awareness, a cheat, a momentary substitution, and in the end a destruction of it. Conrad Aiken peyote long-ago alcohol Life is the thing--the song of life-- The eager plow, the thirsty knife! Conrad Aiken knives song life No god save self, that is the way to live. Conrad Aiken way-to-live self god Forward into the untrodden! Courage, old man, and hold on to your umbrella! Conrad Aiken umbrella old-man men You know, without my telling you, how sometimes a word or name eludes you, and you seek it through running ghosts of shadow -- leaping at it, lying in wait for it to spring upon it, spreading faint snares for it of sense or sound: until, of a sudden, as if in a phantom forest, you hear it, see it flash among the branches, and scarcely knowing how, suddenly have it. Conrad Aiken spring running lying Oh, I've discarded a great many [poems]. And occasionally I've discarded and then resurrected. I would find a crumpled yellow ball of paper in the wastebasket, in the morning, and open it to see what the hell I'd been up to; and occasionally it was something that needed only a very slight change to be brought off, which I'd missed the day before. Conrad Aiken paper yellow morning Separate we come, and separate we go, And this be it known, is all that we know. Conrad Aiken being-alone loneliness knows It's time to make love, douse the glim; The fireflies twinkle and dim; The stars lean together Like birds of a feather, And the loin lies down with the limb. Conrad Aiken firefly stars lying O sweet clean earth, from whom the green blade cometh! When we are dead, my best beloved and I, close well above us, that we may rest forever, sending up grass and blossoms to the sky. Conrad Aiken forever sky sweet As poetry is the highest speech of man, it can not only accept and contain, but in the end express best everything in the world, or in himself, that he discovers. It will absorb and transmute, as it always has done, and glorify, all that we can know. This has always been, and always will be, poetry's office. Conrad Aiken office done men Schoolchildren all over America are told to write to authors-often to authors whom they have never before heard of, whose work they are to young to understand in the least, and often in letters which are almost illiterate. If children are to be taught to respect the work of American poets I think some better way might be found to do so- some way which would not make such an inconsiderate demand on the author's time. Conrad Aiken writing children thinking We are the ghosts of the singing furies . Conrad Aiken fury singing ghost
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