Fashions, forms of machinery, the more complex social, financial, political adjustments, and so forth, are all ephemeral, exceptional; they exist but will never exist again. Poetry must concern itself with (relatively) permanent things. These have poetic value; the ephemeral has only news value.
—Robinson Jeffers, forward to Selected Poems (p. XV)
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against style
There is nothing worse for our trade than to be in style.
—Archibald MacLeish, from the poem "Invocation to the Social Muse"
—Archibald MacLeish, from the poem "Invocation to the Social Muse"
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Archibald MacLeish,
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style,
trade
confused epoch
...it is not necessary, because an epoch is confused, that its poets should share its confusions.
—Robinson Jeffers, "Poetry, Gongorism and a Thousand Years"
—Robinson Jeffers, "Poetry, Gongorism and a Thousand Years"
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confusion,
fashion,
Robinson Jeffers,
the times
permanently contemporary
Poets worth reading usually believe things the age they live in no longer does. Poets are always anachronistic, obsolete, unfashionable, and permanently contemporary.
—Charles Simic, The Monster Loves His Labyrinth: Notebooks (Ausable Press, 2008)
—Charles Simic, The Monster Loves His Labyrinth: Notebooks (Ausable Press, 2008)
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anachronistic,
belief,
Charles Simic,
contemporary,
fashion,
the age
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