The times are squalid. They always were. It is a poet's duty to hold the line. Basil Bunting More Quotes by Basil Bunting More Quotes From Basil Bunting Always carry a corkscrew and the wine shall provide itself. Basil Bunting preparation wine Men are fools to invest in real estate. Basil Bunting fool real men Sooner or later we must absorb Islam if our own culture is not to die of anemia. Basil Bunting anemia islam culture Compose aloud: poetry is a sound. Never explain- your reader is as smart as you. Your reader is not just any reader, but is the rare one with ears in his head. Basil Bunting smart ears sound I hate Science. It denies a man's responsibility for his own deeds, abolishes the brotherhood that springs from God's fatherhood. It is a hectoring, dictating expertise, which makes the least lovable of the Church Fathers seem liberal by contrast. Basil Bunting hate spring father But their determination to banish fools foundered ultimately in the installation of absolute idiots. Basil Bunting idiot fool determination All you can usually say about a poem or a picture is, 'Look at it, listen to it.' Whether you listen to a piece of music or a poem, or look at a picture or a jug or a piece of sculpture, what matters about it is not what it has in common with others of its kind, but what is singularly its own. Basil Bunting jugs what-matters looks To appreciate present conditions, collate them with those of antiquity. Basil Bunting antiquity conditions appreciate Can a moment of madness make up for an age of consent? Basil Bunting madness temptation age Our doom is, to be sifted by the wind, heaped up, smoothed down like silly sands. We are less permanent than thought. Basil Bunting sand silly wind Name and date split in soft slate a few months obliterate. 166 Basil Bunting splits months names Prose exists to convey meaning, and no meaning such as prose conveys can be expressed as well in poetry. That's not poetry's purpose. Basil Bunting prose wells purpose Praise the green earth. Chance has appointed her home, workshop, larder, middenpit. Her lousy skin scabbed here and there by cities provides us with name and nation. Basil Bunting cities names home The mystic purchases a moment of exhilaration with a lifetime of confusion; and the confusion is infectious and destructive. It is confusing and destructive to try and explain anything in terms of anything else, poetry in terms of psychology. Basil Bunting psychology confusing confusion
