Authorship is exhibitionism, and readers a species of voyeur. – Terri Guillemets
Channels are blocked in the mind, from the day. Lie down in blackness of night, forgotten remnants rush to the mind, or creeping slowly appear in the dreams. – Terri Guillemets
Autumn birds speak cheerful poetry from their berry-stained beaks. – Terri Guillemets
Winter dies into the spring, to be born again in the autumn. – Terri Guillemets
I really would like to stop working forever—never work again, never do anything like the kind of work I’m doing now—and do nothing but write poetry and have leisure to spend the day outdoors and go to museums and see friends…. Just a literary and quiet city-hermit existence. – Allen Ginsberg