The Bush administration doesn't particularly like public participation. It makes them look bad. Ted Hughes More Quotes by Ted Hughes More Quotes From Ted Hughes The only calibration that counts is how much heart people invest, how much they ignore their fears of being hurt or caught out or humiliated. And the only thing people regret is that they didn't live boldly enough, that they didn't invest enough heart, didn't love enough. Nothing else really counts at all. Ted Hughes regret hurt fear ...imagine what you are writing about. See it and live it. Do not think it up laboriously, as if you were working out mental arithmetic. Just look at it, touch it, smell it, listen to it, turn yourself into it. When you do this, the words look after themselves, like magic. Ted Hughes smell writing thinking What’s writing really about? It’s about trying to take fuller possession of the reality of your life. Ted Hughes writing trying reality The sea cries with its meaningless voice, Ted Hughes cry voice sea And that's how we measure out our real respect for people—by the degree of feeling they can register, the voltage of life they can carry and tolerate—and enjoy. End of sermon. As Buddha says: live like a mighty river. And as the old Greeks said: live as though all your ancestors were living again through you. Ted Hughes real rivers people The dreamer in her Had fallen in love with me and she did not know it. That moment the dreamer in me Fell in love with her and I knew it Ted Hughes that-moment dreamer moments You are who you choose to be. Ted Hughes you-choose one-day-at-a-time inspiring I shall also take you forth and carve our names together in a yew tree, haloed with stars. Ted Hughes stars names tree Prose, narratives, etcetera, can carry healing. Poetry does it more intensely. Ted Hughes etcetera healing doe That's the paradox: the only time most people feel alive is when they're suffering, when something overwhelms their ordinary, careful armour, and the naked child is flung out onto the world. That's why the things that are worst to undergo are best to remember. But when that child gets buried away under their adaptive and protective shells—he becomes one of the walking dead, a monster. Ted Hughes walking-dead children people Fishing provides that connection with the whole living world. It gives you the opportunity of being totally immersed, turning back into yourself in a good way. A form of meditation, some form of communion with levels of yourself that are deeper than the ordinary self. Ted Hughes fishing self opportunity The real mystery is this strange need. Why can't we just hide it and shut up? Why do we have to blab? Why do human beings need to confess? Ted Hughes strange real needs where are the gods the gods hate us the gods have run away the gods have hidden in holes the gods are dead of the plague they rot and stink too there never were any gods there’s only death Ted Hughes holes hate running There is no better way to know us Than as two wolves, come separately to a wood. Ted Hughes woods love two One day God felt he ought to give his workshop a spring clean... It was amazing what ragged bits and pieces came from under his workbench as he swept. Beginnings of creatures, bits that looked useful but had seemed wrong, ideas he'd mislaid and forgotten... There was even a tiny lump of sun. He scratched his head. What could be done with all this rubbish? Ted Hughes spring giving ideas The deeps are cold: In that darkness camaraderie does not hold: Nothing touches but, clutching, devours. Ted Hughes cold darkness doe The world's decay where the wind's hands have passed, And my head, worn out with love, at rest In my hands, and my hands full of dust. Ted Hughes dust wind hands The brassy wood-pigeons Bubble their colourful voices, and the sun Rises upon a world well-tried and old. Ted Hughes woods voice world Show him every dawn & read to him endlessly. Ted Hughes dawn shows The progress of any writer is marked by those moments when he manages to outwit his own inner police system. Ted Hughes progress police poetry
