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“Too much of our human existence is based on making money and getting errands done. It’s such a waste of the gift of life, not to celebrate and bring magic and mystery into the everyday.”
“So often as writers, our first instinct is to write about some far off distant place that we know nothing about because we think where we came from is not interesting enough.”
“I’m all for noir. What is a cyborg poet to do? If I’m comic, then I play into the carnival show. If I’m tragic, then I reinforce centuries of pity for the disabled figure in literature. Noir warps the comic and the tragic.”
“I gravitate toward duplicity in language, simply stated multiple meanings in lines. I have a hard time with differentiating self from other.”
“Let us stifle under mud at the pond’s edge
and affirm that it is fitting
and delicious to lose everything.”
“What poems make you want to yell from a rooftop? Fall in love and scream your head off? That’s all I really care about.”
“When I make my poem-things, they’re always fractures because they can’t be the whole world. They can be miniatures, they can be mandalas centered in the self—or an imagined self…”
“I love the way that structure and content can pull against each other with a tension that ends up taking both in unexpected directions.”
“Printing is more than a technology. It generates a certain attitude toward the self that is irreplaceable with any other technology. It demands a certain type of writing.”
“Writing, for me, is the daily practice of empathy. Reading should be a practice of empathizing too. Each time we step into another person’s world view, we broaden who we are as people.”
Major Jackson’s books of poetry include Hoops and Leaving Saturn. The latter was a National Book Critics Circle Award finalist. His work has appeared in such publications as the American Poetry Review, Boulevard, and The New Yorker.
"I was just out driving in my car, and five totally different things came on–an old New Order song… a track from the new Portishead record… a Brian Eno Music for Films song… ‘Touch and Go’ by the Cars… and then this campy ’70s disco song called ‘Let’s All Chant.’ I love how this weird mix put me in five different moods within twenty minutes or so."
Even before he was named Poet Laureate of the United States in June 2006, Donald Hall was a familiar figure in contemporary poetry.
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