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While the novelist is banging on his typewriter, the poet is watching a fly in the windowpane.

Billy Collins

But my heart is always propped up in a field on its tripod, ready for the next arrow.
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Arrows Fields Heart
While the novelist is banging on his typewriter, the poet is watching a fly in the windowpane.
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Novelists Poet Typewriters
I thought originally when I was in school and I wanted to be a poet, I knew that poets seemed to be miserable.
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Miserable Poet School
…balancing the wish to be lost with the need to be found.
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Lost Needs Wish
I saw him looking up at her and what she was doing the way the eyes of saints are painted when they are looking up at God when he is doing something remarkable, something that identifies him as God.
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God Looking Remarkable Saint Something
I can’t picture myself starting out aiming to do anything or having much of an agenda.I think in writing a poem, I’m making some tonal adjustments, and it took me a long time to allow anything like fun into my poetry.
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Fun Thinking Writing
So many names, there is barely room on the walls of the heart.
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Heart Names Wall
I was an only child, a very late child, born to parents who were both 39 at the time, which was very late back then. That kind of confirmed my sense of being the center of the universe, which I guess every child feels – children and poets both tend to feel.
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Child Children Only Parent
A return to his native Nigeria plunges Cole’s charming narrator into a tempest of chaos, contradiction, and kinship in a place both endearingly familiar and unnervingly strange. The result is a tale that engages and disturbs.
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ContrAction Familiar Kinship Result Tempest
A motto I’ve adopted is, if at first you don’t succeed, hide all evidence that you ever tried.
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Firsts Motto Succeed
And the reason I am writing this on the back of a manila envelope now that they have left the train together is to tell you that when she turned to lift the large, delicate cello onto the overhead rack.
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Eye Left Overhead Rack Tell Together Writing
(Again I’m trying to give you a finite version of this career.) And then I came under the sway of Wallace Stevens when I was in college and graduate school, and basically set as a life goal the ambition of writing third-rate Wallace Stevens.
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Ambition Basically Career Goal Graduation Version
Introduction To Poetry I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide or press an ear against its hive. I say drop a mouse into a poem and watch him probe his way out, or walk inside the poem’s room and feel the walls for a light switch.
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Mean Names Wall
I see woefully obscure poetry as simply a kind of verbal rudeness.
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Kind Obscure Rudeness
Every Day Is for the Thief is a vivid, episodic evocation of the truism that you can’t go home again; but that doesn’t mean you’re not free to try.
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Day Every Home Mean Trying
I felt at some point that I had nothing to lose, and [laughs] maybe I was wrong. I think, you know, there’s always these little autobiographical secrets behind things. I think I was really attacking my earlier self, and this kind of pretentious figure.
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Laughing Self Thinking

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