I have fallen in love with American names, the sharp, gaunt names that never get fat. Stephen Vincent Benet More Quotes by Stephen Vincent Benet More Quotes From Stephen Vincent Benet At first I was blogging everyday, but I don't do that anymore. It varies; sometimes I'll write these little essays and other times political commentaries. Other times it'll just be new work that I'm doing. Stephen Vincent Benet politicaleverydaywriting Books are not men and yet they are alive. Stephen Vincent Benet alivemenbook Grant us brotherhood, not only for this day but for all our years - a brotherhood not of words but of acts and deeds. Stephen Vincent Benet brotherhooddeedsyears It is better the truth should come little by little. I have learned that, being a priest. Perhaps, in the old days, they ate knowledge too fast. Stephen Vincent Benet priestsshouldlittles I died in my boots like a pioneer With the whole wide sky above me. Stephen Vincent Benet pioneersbootssky The other week I wrote a piece on a photograph I got at a flea market, and I got about 70 hits. I think a lot of people must be interested in flea markets. Stephen Vincent Benet piecespeoplethinking I think a blog is a catalyst for a number of possible kinds of writing besides being its own medium. Stephen Vincent Benet writingnumbersthinking When I was in graduate school, my thesis included both poetry and essays. Influenced by the personal essays of James Baldwin and Norman Mailer, I loved the form, but pretty much stopped. Stephen Vincent Benet graduatesformschool Most of the time I'm not really attracted to writing that's focused on filling and fighting it out within a well-defined container. I like work that gets out in the world and lets the world shape the poem. Stephen Vincent Benet fightingwritingworld It's to a younger people's advantage to work with evolving computer technologies that provide so many ways to explore the use and distribution of text, including sound, images and motion. Stephen Vincent Benet technologysoundpeople Even in hell, if a man was a man, you'd know it. Stephen Vincent Benet hellknowsmen Life was a storm to wander through. Stephen Vincent Benet wanderstormlife And Thames and all the rivers of the kings Ran into Mississippi and were drowned. They planted England with a stubborn trust But the cleft dust was never English dust. Stephen Vincent Benet trustdustkings When Daniel Boone goes by at night The phantom deer arise And all lost, wild America Is burning in their eyes. Stephen Vincent Benet eyenightamerica Grant us a common faith that we shall know bread and peace-that we shall know justice and righteousness, freedom and security, an equal opportunity and an equal chance to do our best not only in our own lands, but throughout the world. And in that faith let us march toward the clean world our hands can make. Stephen Vincent Benet faithopportunityhands Our fathers and ourselves sowed dragon's teeth. Our children know and suffer the armed men. Stephen Vincent Benet menfatherchildren I have fallen in love with American names, Stephen Vincent Benet nameslovewar You can take off your hats now, gentlemen, and I think perhaps you'd better. Stephen Vincent Benet gentlemaninterestingthinking Go play with the towns you have built of blocks, The towns where you would have bound me! I sleep in my earth like a tired fox, And my bufdfalo have found me. Stephen Vincent Benet tiredblocksleep As for what you're calling hard luck - well, we made New England out of it. That and codfish. Stephen Vincent Benet englandluckcalling
