John Berryman Quotations

I've hit my limit at 1.8 million users. This time I'm going to go for 10 million.

The world is gradually becoming a place where I do not care to be anymore

We have reason to be afraid. This is a terrible place.

I think that what happens in my poetic work in the future will depend on my being knocked in the face, and thrown flat, and given cancer, and all kinds of other things short of senile dementia.

Offering Dragons quarter is no good, they regrow all their parts and come on again. They have to be killed.

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.

something has been said for sobriety but very little.

I can offer you only: this world like a knife

I cry. Evil dissolves, and love, like foam; that love. Prattle of children powers me home, my heart claps like the swan’s under a frenzy of who love me and who shine.

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns, we ourselves flash and yearn

Literature bores me, especially great literature

Wishin' was dyin' but I gotta make it all this way to that bed on these feet.

We are using our own skins for wallpaper and we cannot win.

There is no such thing as Freedom (though it is the most important condition of human life, after Humility, -which does not exist either). There is only Slavery (walls around one) and absence-of-Slavery (ability to walk in any direction, or to remain still).

These Songs are not meant to be understood, you understand. They are only meant to terrify & comfort.

One must be ruthless with one's own writing or someone else will be.

Them lady poets must not marry, pal.

This world is gradually becoming a place Where I do not care to be any more.

I didn't want to be like Yeats; I wanted to be Yeats.

You should always be trying to write a poem you are unable to write, a poem you lack the technique, the language, the courage to achieve. Otherwise you're merely imitating yourself, going nowhere, because that's always easiest.

I do strongly feel that among the greatest pieces of luck for high achievement is ordeal. Certain great artists can make out without it, Titian and others, but mostly you need ordeal. My idea is this: the artist is extremely lucky who is presented with the worst possible ordeal which will not actually kill him. At that point, he's in business: Beethoven's deafness, Goya's deafness, Milton's blindness, that kind of thing.

That is our ‘pointed task. Love & die.

I am so wise I had my mouth sewn shut.

I conclude now I have no inner resources, because I am heavy bored. Peoples bore me, literature bores me, especially great literature,

Two daiquiris withdrew into a corner of a gorgeous room and one told the other a lie.

Ever to confess you're bored means you have no Inner Resources.

Praise will lead you to vanity, and blame will lead you to self-pity, and both are bad for writers.

We must travel in the direction of our fear.

So if I were talking to a young writer, I would recommend the cultivation of extreme indifference to both praise and blame because praise will lead you to vanity, and blame will lead you to self-pity, and both are bad for writers.

The artist is extremely lucky who is presented with the worst possible ordeal which will not actually kill him. At that point, he's in business.

Bats have no bankers and they do not drink and cannot be arrested and pay no tax and, in general, bats have it made.