The birds suffer their suffering each in a lifetime, forgetting i... by Guy Davenport

The birds suffer their suffering each in a lifetime, forgetting it as they go.

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Art knows neither doctrine nor idea; its nature is to show. by Guy Davenport

Art knows neither doctrine nor idea; its nature is to show.

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I was thought to be retarded as a child, and all the evidence ind... by Guy Davenport

I was thought to be retarded as a child, and all the evidence indicates that I was.

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As long as you have ideas, you can keep going. That's why writing fiction is so much fun: because you're moving people about, and making settings for them to move in, so there's always something there to keep working on.

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I like to believe that I don't think of myself as a writer. I am an amateur. Back when I was teaching, I wrote when I could. Weekends were good typewriter time. Now, it's whenever I feel there's something to be put on paper. I don't care what time it is, though I always write in the notebooks at night.

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My view, as one who taught it, is that the whole purpose of a literary education should be to tell people that these things exist. I don't think any teacher should try to 'teach an author,' but rather simply describe what the author has written. And this is what I tried to do.

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The real use of imaginative reading is precisely to suspend one's mind in the workings of another sensibility.

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Fiction's essential activity is to imagine how others feel, what a Saturday afternoon in an Italian town in the 2nd Century looked like. My ambition is solely to get some effect, as of light on stone in a forest on a September day.

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I am not writing for scholars or fellow critics, but for people who like to read, to look at pictures, and to know things.

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Poetry and fiction have grieved for a century now over the loss of some vitality which they think they see in a past from which we are by now irrevocably alienated.

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