Alec Nevala-Lee

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April 27, 2015 at 7:30 am

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T.S. Eliot

As for “free verse,” I expressed my view twenty-five years ago by saying that no verse is free for the man who wants to do a good job.

T.S. Eliot

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December 23, 2014 at 7:30 am

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October 31, 2014 at 7:30 am

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October 28, 2014 at 7:30 am

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“A poet is the most unpoetical of any thing in existence…”

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Portrait of John Keats by William Hilton

As to the poetical character itself…it is not itself—it has no self—it is everything and nothing. It has no character—it enjoys light and shade; it lives in gusto, be it foul or fair, high or low, rich or poor, mean or elevated. It has as much delight in conceiving an Iago as an Imogen. What shocks the virtuous philosopher delights the chameleon poet. It does no harm from its relish of the dark side of things any more than from its taste for the bright one, because they both end in speculation. A poet is the most unpoetical of any thing in existence because he has no identity—he is continually infor[ming] and filling some other body. The sun, the moon, the sea and men and women who are creatures of impulse are poetical and have about them an unchangeable attribute—the poet has none, no identity. He is certainly the most unpoetical of all god’s creatures.

John Keats, in a letter to Richard Woodhouse

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October 18, 2014 at 9:00 am

“A desolate-minded man, ye kna…”

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William Wordsworth by Benjamin Robert Haydon

But he was a lonely man, fond o’ goin’ out wi’ his family, and saying nowt to noan of ’em. When a man goes in a family way he keeps togither wi’ ’em and chats a bit wi’ ’em, but many’s a time I’ve seed him a takin’ his family out in a string, and niver geein’ the deariest bit of notice to ’em; standin’ by hissel’ and stoppin’ behind agapin’, wi’ his jaws workin’ the whoal time; but niver no cracking wi’ ’em, nor no pleasure in ’em—a desolate-minded man, ye kna. Queer thing that, mun, but it was his hobby, ye kna. It was potry as did it. We all have our hobbies—some for huntin’, some cardin’, some fishin’, some wrestlin’…But his hobby, ye mun kna, was potry. It was a queer thing, but it would like enough cause him to be desolate; and I’se often thowt that his brain was that fu’ of sic stuff, that he was forced to be always at it whether or no, wet or fair, mumbling to hissel’ along the roads.

—An unknown innkeeper, on William Wordsworth

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October 17, 2014 at 8:35 am

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October 15, 2014 at 7:30 am

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