This country has been unconscious, and it's got to awake. That's my belief. Charles Olson More Quotes by Charles Olson More Quotes From Charles Olson I have had to learn the simplest things Charles Olson difficulty lasts made Whatever you have to say, leave The roots on, let them Dangle And the dirt Just to make clear Where they come from. Charles Olson dirt clear roots What does not change is the will to change Charles Olson change doe Knowledge is the harvest of attention Charles Olson harvest attention An American is a complex of occasions, themselves a geometry of spatial nature. Charles Olson spatial complexes geometry This morning of the small snow I count the blessings, the leak in the faucet which makes of the sink time, the drop of the water on water. Charles Olson blessing snow morning All that matters is that the thing be the thing of the thing. Charles Olson matter There is a grace of life which is still yours, my dear Europe. Charles Olson dear grace europe Atlantis will rise again. Charles Olson atlantis future There are no hierarchies, no infinite, no such many as mass, there are only/ eyes in all heads,/ to be looked out of. Charles Olson hierarchy infinite eye I hope you're representing the devil's advocate. Charles Olson advocating devils-advocate devil A poem is energy transferred from where the poet got it (he will have some several causations), by way of the poem itself to, all the way over to, the reader. Charles Olson poet energy way I sound like Homer. I mean Winslow Homer. Charles Olson imitation sound mean The poem, for me, is simply the first sound realized in the modality of being. Charles Olson poetry sound firsts O.K. I'm running out of appetite. Let this swirl- a bit like Crab Nebula- do for now. Charles Olson swirls nebula running I'm one of the cliches that has grown up. Charles Olson cliche of rhythm is image / of image is knowing / of knowing there is / a construct Charles Olson constructs rhythm knowing love is form, and cannot be without Charles Olson substance important love The flowers are ravined Charles Olson flower rain wind by night only crazy things Charles Olson crazy moon night
