“A pettos speckled with gold ajiggle with a fremitus from the heart touches me like Athena's hoolet mewing in uncertain dark. So much is nature, whereon we build our particulars fastidious and critical. Your every arrow O Eros has hit… — Guy Davenport Copy Share Image
I was thought to be retarded as a child, and all the evidence indicates that I was. — Guy Davenport Copy Share
“Sometimes when reading Goethe I have a paralyzing suspicion that he is trying to be funny.” — Guy Davenport Copy Share
The poet is at the edge of our consciousness of the world, finding beyond the suspected nothingness which we imagine limits our perception another… — Guy Davenport Copy Share
“The poet and poetess have always had a rough time of it in the Republic. It has ever been their endemic luck to starve,… — Guy Davenport Copy Share
Something of the previous state, however, survives every change. This is called in the language of cybernetics (which took it form the language of… — Guy Davenport Copy Share
I’ve carved the puppet, and I manipulate the strings, but while it’s on stage, the show belongs to the puppet. — Guy Davenport Copy Share
“I God, a very Gomorry on wheels! You lead the most exciting life I know of, and complain more about it than any two… — Guy Davenport Copy Share
“Man was first a hunter, and an artist: his early vestiges tell us that alone. But he must always have dreamed, and recognized and… — Guy Davenport Copy Share
It is worthwhile adding that the power of the poem to teach not only sensibilities and the subtle movements of the spirit but knowledge,… — Guy Davenport Copy Share
nothing now exists that is so valuable as whatever theoretically might replace it. — Guy Davenport Copy Share
Originality houses many rooms, and the views from the windows are all different. — Guy Davenport Copy Share
My view, as one who taught it, is that the whole purpose of a literary education should be to tell people that these things… — Guy Davenport Copy Share
“Bonnie Jean (who thinks all philosophers are idiots) has this quarrel with Wittgenstein, who in several places says that reddish green is inconceivable. Yet… — Guy Davenport Copy Share
