Mind is shapely, Art is shapely.
Bob Dylan's one of the greatest blues singers of the western world; ancient art, on-the-spot improvisation, mind quickness, endless variation, classical formulae, prophetic vision, mighty wind-horse.
It isn't enough for your heart to break because everybody's heart is broken now.
I had a moment of clarity, saw the feeling in the heart of things, walked out to the garden crying.
So the problem for the poetic artist or the photographer is the common problem of continuous attentiveness, continuous attempts to notice what he is noticing, continuous alertness to catch himself thinking or seeing, devotional attentiveness to the world he's moving through.
A poem is like a radio that can broadcast continuously for thousands of years.
Whoever controls the media, the images, controls the culture.
Poetry is the one place where people can speak their original human mind. It is the outlet for people to say in public what is known in private.
Since art is merely and ultimately self-expressive, we conclude that the fullest art, the most individual, uninfluenced, unrepressed, uninhibited expression of art is true expression and the true art.
We love to be hurt and we love to have our unhealing wounds opened and reopened again: we sit staring in the mirror of art, fascinated by our own deformities.
Fortunately art is a community effort - a small but select community living in a spiritualized world endeavoring to interpret the wars and the solitudes of the flesh.
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Let go of the spirit of the departed, and continue the celebration of your own life.