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Billy Collins

When I began to dare to be clear, because I think clarity is the real risk in poetry because you are exposed. You’re out in the open field. You’re actually saying things that are comprehensible, and it’s easy to criticize something you can understand.
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Comprehensible Exposed Real Risk Saying Thinking
The poem is not, as someone put it, deflective of entry. But the real question is, ‘What happens to the reader once he or she gets inside the poem?’
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Poem Real Thinking Writing
While the novelist is banging on his typewriter, the poet is watching a fly in the windowpane.
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Novelists Poet Typewriters
To write poetry is to be very alone, but you always have the company of your influences. But you also have the company of the form itself, which has a kind of consciousness.
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Consciousness Lines Mean Writing
High School is the place where poetry goes to die.
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Dies High School
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
You’ll find i-poetry, you’ll find that you can download poetry, that you can stuff your i-pod with recorded poetry. So just to answer the question that way, I think that poetry is gonna catch up with that technology quite soon.
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Answer Technology Thinking
I was a pretty happy kid, I had to fake it. I had to get into this miserable character before I wrote poems.
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Character Happy Kid Kids
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
I think more influential than Emily Dickinson or Coleridge or Wordsworth on my imagination were Warner Brothers, Merrie Melodies and Looney Tunes cartoons.
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Brother Cartoon Creativity Thinking Wordsworth
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
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
It is as if one by one, the memories you used to harbor decided to retire to the Southern Hemisphere of the brain.
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Brain Memories Southern
Another trouble with poetry – and I’m gonna stop the list at two – is the presence of presumptuousness in poetry.
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Memories Perception Two
Clarity is certainly a way toward disorientation because if you don’t start out – if the reader isn’t grounded, if the reader is disoriented in the beginning of the poem, then the reader can’t be led astray or disoriented later.
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Astray Beginning Clarity Disorientated Poem Reader
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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