I had always been aware that the Universe is sad; everything in it, animate or inanimate, the wild creatures, the stones, the stars, was enveloped in the great sadness, pervaded by it. Existence had no use. It was without end… — Hayden Carruth Copy Share Image
“A poem is not an expression, nor it is an object. Yet it somewhat partakes of both. What a poem is Is never to… — Hayden Carruth Copy Share Image
Any page by Paul Goodman will give you not only originality and brilliance but wisdom, that is, something to think about. He is our… — Hayden Carruth Copy Share Image
My poems, I think, exist in a state of tension between the love of natural beauty and the fear of natural meaninglessness or absurdity. — Hayden Carruth Copy Share Image
My curiosity, alas, is not the kind that can be satisfied by objective knowledge. Plato said that opinion is worthless and that only knowledge… — Hayden Carruth Copy Share Image
I had always been aware that the Universe is sad; everything in it, animate or inanimate, the wild creatures, the stones, the stars, was… — Hayden Carruth Copy Share Image
“Language not urged and crammed with love is nothing, while that which is is everything.” — Hayden Carruth Copy Share Image
“I like that name, that game too, though utterly valueless, the animal in us just sufficiently domesticated, our venomous American aggressiveness confined to balls… — Hayden Carruth Copy Share Image
“On Being Asked to Write a Poem Against the War in Vietnam Well I have and in fact more than one and I'll tell… — Hayden Carruth Copy Share Image
