Literature is love. I think it went like this: drawings in the cave, sounds in the cave, songs in the cave, songs about us. Later, stories about us. Part of what we always did was have sex and fight about… — Eileen Myles Copy Share Image
Poetry is my politics. It's an opportunity that gives me a way to speak. — Eileen Myles Copy Share Image
Women aren't physically afraid of men; women are genetically afraid of men. It's happened for such a long time. — Eileen Myles Copy Share Image
I hate the word mentor, the professionalization of friendships between generations. I just feel like the fact of friendship is the thing we all… — Eileen Myles Copy Share Image
I think poets are supposed to be writing for television and film. I grew up in the day of early TV that was so… — Eileen Myles Copy Share Image
Listen, I have been educated. I have learned about Western Civilization. Do you know What the message of Western Civilization is? I am alone. — Eileen Myles Copy Share Image
Part of the glamour of being a poet was always this long reach into the future. You knew you were managing time. — Eileen Myles Copy Share Image
I really just love reading. It's my favorite thing, performing my poems live. — Eileen Myles Copy Share Image
“All the details of my life were in exact order and yet I was tumbling in them-out of order like a tremendous wave had… — Eileen Myles Copy Share Image
Urban nature is like living with mass conditions. It sometimes feels like a myth & you are its scribe. — Eileen Myles Copy Share Image
“If passion was a substance I would say it is dark brown, and then blood red. It's like wet grass, tons of it soaked in mud. It's warm and it stinks like shit and it's unaccountably and endlessly good. It's thick and it goes on for miles and it isn't so much deep as bottomless and it holds you in… — Eileen Myles Copy Share
“On The Death of Robert Lowell by Eileen Myles O, I don’t give a shit. He was an old white haired man Insensate beyond belief and Filled with much anxiety about his imagined Pain. Not that I’d know I hate fucking wasps. The guy was a loon. Signed up for Spring Semester at Macleans A really lush retreat among pines… — Eileen Myles Copy Share
