And all now is war where so lately there was peace, and the sweet brotherhood, the use of tilled fields. — Charles Olson Copy Share Image
“this is the abstract, this is the cold doing, this is the almost impossible” — Charles Olson Copy Share Image
There are no hierarchies, no infinite, no such many as mass, there are only/ eyes in all heads,/ to be looked out of. — Charles Olson Copy Share Image
by night only crazy things like the full moon and the whippoorwill and us, are busy. — Charles Olson Copy Share Image
“Objectivism is the getting rid of the lyrical interference of the individual as ego, of the “subject” and his soul, that peculiar presumption by… — Charles Olson Copy Share Image
I defer to all these other American poets who, for some reason, I both envy and admire. — Charles Olson Copy Share Image
“If he stays inside himself, if he is contained within his nature as he is participant in the larger force, he will be able… — Charles Olson Copy Share Image
This morning of the small snow I count the blessings, the leak in the faucet which makes of the sink time, the drop of… — Charles Olson Copy Share Image
