Charles Simic Quotes

One writes because one has been touched by the yearning for and the despair of ever touching the Other.

Poetry is an orphan of silence.

Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them.

In their effort to divorce language and experience, deconstructionist critics remind me of middle-class parents who do not allow their children to play in the street.

The religion of the short poem, in every age and in every literature, has a single commandment: Less is always more. The short poem rejects preamble and summary. It's about all and everything, the metaphysics of a few words surrounded by much silence. …The short poem is a match flaring up in a dark universe.

There are people who live inside their heads and their intellects. It's something one is born with and stuck with. It's not something you make a decision about.

For Emily Dickinson every philosophical idea was a potential lover. Metaphysics is the realm of eternal seduction of the spirit by ideas.

I'm not a stickler for truth. To me, lying in poetry is much more fun. I'm against lying in life, in principle, in any other activity except poetry.

He who cannot howl will not find his pack.

I slept little, read a lot, and fell in love frequently.

A 'truth' detached and purified of pleasures of ordinary life is not worth a damn in my view. Every grand theory and noble sentiment ought to be first tested in the kitchen-and then in bed, of course.

The secret wish of poetry is to stop time.

Here is something we can all count on. Sooner or later our tribe always comes to ask us to agree to murder.

There’s no preparation for poetry.

I left parts of myself everywhere, The way absent-minded people leave Gloves and umbrellas Whose colors are sad from dispensing so much bad luck

Wanted: a needle swift enough to sew this poem into a blanket.

If I believe in anything, it is in the dark night of the soul. Awe is my religion, and mystery is its church.

Insomnia is an all-night travel agency with posters advertising faraway places.

The highest levels of consciousness are wordless.

The ambition of much of today's literary theory seems to be to find ways to read literature without imagination.

A poem is an invitation to a voyage. As in life, we travel to see fresh sights.

Poetry: three mismatched shoes at the entrance of a dark alley.

When people ask me how to find happiness in life I tell them, First learn how to cook.

Here in the United States, we speak with reverence of authentic experience. We write poems about our daddies taking us fishing and breaking our hearts by making us throw the little fish back into the river. We even tell the reader the kind of car we were driving, the year and the model, to give the impression that it’s all true. It’s because we think of ourselves as journalists of a kind. Like them, we’ll go anywhere for a story. Don’t believe a word of it. As any poet can tell you, one often sees better with eyes closed than with eyes wide open.

The plain truth is we are going to die. Here I am, a teeny spec surrounded by boundless space and time, arguing with the whole of creation, shaking my fist, sputtering, growing even eloquent at times, and then-poof! I am gone. Swept off once and for all. I think that is very, very funny.

Roberto Calasso's survey of the renewed interest in myth demonstrates how decisive the gods' influence was on modern literature. Calasso is not only immensely learned; he is one of the most original thinkers and writers we have today.

To submit to chance is to reveal the self and its obsessions.

The stone is a mirror which works poorly. Nothing in it but dimness. Your dimness or its dimness, who's to say? In the hush your heart sounds like a black cricket.

Only poetry can measure the distance between ourselves and the Other.

Words make love on the page like flies in the summer heat and the poet is only the bemused spectator.

I was already dozing off in the shade, dreaming that the rustling trees were my many selves explaining themselves all at the same time so that I could not make out a single word. My life was a beautiful mystery on the verge of understanding, always on the verge! Think of it!

We name one thing and then another. That’s how time enters poetry. Space, on the other hand, comes into being through the attention we pay to each word. The more intense our attention, the more space, and there’s a lot of space inside words.

Silence is the only language god speaks.

The poem I want to write is impossible. A stone that floats.

Poems are other people's snapshots in which we see our own lives.

Making art in America is about saving one's soul.

The stars know everything, So we try to read their minds. As distant as they are, We choose to whisper in their presence.

Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all others were making ships.

When you play chess alone it's always your move.

Found objects, chance creations, ready-mades (mass-produced items promoted into art objects, such as Duchamp's "Fountain"-urinal as sculpture) abolish the separation between art and life. The commonplace is miraculous if rightly seen.

The world is beautiful but not sayable. That's why we need art.

If the sky falls they shall have clouds for supper.

I do believe that a poem needs to remind the reader of his or her own humanity, of what they are, of what they're capable of. Awaken them, in a sense, to the fact that there's a world in front of their eyes, that they have a body, they're going to die, the sky is beautiful, it's fun to be in a grassy field when the sun is shining—those kinds of things.