“The filth hissed at us when we venture out-- always in twos or threes, never alone-- seems less a language spoken than one spat in savage plosives, primitive, obscene: a cavemob nya-nya, limited in frame of reference and novelty, the… — Marilyn Nelson Copy Share Image
Many performance poets seem to believe that yelling a poem makes it comprehensible. They are wrong. — Marilyn Nelson Copy Share Image
Writing in form is a way of developing your thinking - your thinking along with the tradition. In a way, it's not you alone,… — Marilyn Nelson Copy Share Image
One of my graduate school professors, to whom I started sending poems when I started writing again after a 10-year hiatus, suggested I prepare… — Marilyn Nelson Copy Share Image
“I did not have to learn to love you: You were chosen for me. I knew that the first time I saw you. —George… — Marilyn Nelson Copy Share Image
After you kind of find your footing, sonnets are what comes easiest. — Marilyn Nelson Copy Share Image
“Since she seen Fortune head in that big pot Miss Lydia say that room make her feel ill, sick with the thought of boiling… — Marilyn Nelson Copy Share Image
“What is gentlest in love is love's violence. Losing yourself in love, you reach love's goal. Love makes you suffer, as love makes you… — Marilyn Nelson Copy Share Image
For much of my life - my sister and I have talked about this - when we moved, we just thought the world behind… — Marilyn Nelson Copy Share Image
Back when I was in college, people used to talk about the alienation of the artist, not ever quite fitting in any place. — Marilyn Nelson Copy Share Image
“When we lose contact, we see only hate, only injustice, a giant so great its shadow blocks our sun.” — Marilyn Nelson Copy Share Image
“The filth hissed at us when we venture out-- always in twos or threes, never alone-- seems less a language spoken than one spat… — Marilyn Nelson Copy Share Image
