“Caxtons are mechanical birds with many wings and some are treasured for their markings-- they cause the eyes to melt or the body to shriek without pain. I have never seen one fly, but sometimes they perch on the hand.… — Craig Raine Copy Share Image
“...much of poetry in the making is the fiddle with a few items. You lay a word against another and wait. You try another word. And another. Yet another. You wait. You begin again. Listening. Looking. For the elusive inevitable… — Craig Raine Copy Share Image
The task of the artist at any time is uncompromisingly simple to discover what has not yet been done, and to do it. — Craig Raine Copy Share Image
“In his autobiography Stravinsky relates that the first music he remembers was made by a peasant, working his hand in his armpit to produce… — Craig Raine Copy Share Image
“Friendship is one friend betraying another friend to a third friend. With a fond friendly smile. The greater the betrayal, the greater the intimacy… — Craig Raine Copy Share Image
“When Julia was twenty-nine, her hair was already bar-coded. Now, at sixty-two, it was a solid helmet of bright pewter, level with her lean,… — Craig Raine Copy Share Image
“I am awaiting the return of the nerves to the epidermis. They're being pretty damn slow about it.” — Craig Raine Copy Share Image
“It was like being trapped forever in the present tense of the first line of a first reader.” — Craig Raine Copy Share Image
“Here she is at her kitchen table, fingering a jigsaw of thalidomide ginger, thinking about the arthritis in her hands.” — Craig Raine Copy Share Image
“Caxtons are mechanical birds with many wings and some are treasured for their markings-- they cause the eyes to melt or the body to… — Craig Raine Copy Share Image
“In the morning, when she walked to the consulate, carefully watching her sandals on the pavement, she glanced up and saw a Negro wearing… — Craig Raine Copy Share Image
“Her laugh. The way she smoked before she gave up. Smoke trickling up her nostrils. Spokes of smoke when she spoke.” — Craig Raine Copy Share Image
“...much of poetry in the making is the fiddle with a few items. You lay a word against another and wait. You try another… — Craig Raine Copy Share Image
“The jery, impeded walk of a man stuck in a turnstile, admitted, and stuck in a turnstile, admitted, and stuck in a turnstile. He… — Craig Raine Copy Share Image
