The poet’s life is just so much crenellated waste, nights and days whipping swiftly or laboriously past the cinematic window. We’re hunched and weaving over the keys of our green our grey or pink blue manual typewriter maybe a darker… — Eileen Myles Copy Share Image
I wonder, would I have transitioned from female to male if I was 30 years younger? Possibly. But if I had been born even 30 years later, because it seems like the technology will only get better, it seems like… — 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… — Eileen Myles Copy Share Image
“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… — Eileen Myles Copy Share Image
