End with an image and don’t explain.
—Stanley Kunitz (no citation, but quoted in many places).
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Showing posts with label Stanley Kunitz. Show all posts
fugitive presence
When you look back on a lifetime and think of what has been given to the world by your presence, your fugitive presence, inevitably you have to think of your art, whatever it may be, as the gift you have made to the world in acknowledgement of the gift you have been given, which is the life itself. And I think the world tends to forget that this is the ultimate significance of the body of work each artist produces. It is not an expression of the desire for praise or recognition, or prizes, but the deepest manifestation of your gratitude for the gift of life.
—Stanley Kunitz (1905-2006), The Wild Braid (Norton, 2005)
—Stanley Kunitz (1905-2006), The Wild Braid (Norton, 2005)
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Stanley Kunitz,
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