Quote by Basil Bunting Download Open image ““The mason stirs. Words! Pens are too light. Take a chisel to write.”” — Basil Bunting ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.7 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“Your pen must not only create words, it must carve a story into something touching human or beyond.” — Nyhterides Copy Share Image
“These pens are unusually thick and heavy. You know, phallic imagery and all that. The bigger the, um, pen, the bigger the… well, you… — Nick Stephenson Copy Share Image
“All I need to do is place my pen against paper and your love writes for me.” — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“Prepare well! Take two inks; you may never know when one pen will stop writing!” — Ernest Agyemang Yeboah Copy Share Image
“We who hold the pen... and like bricks we use our words... how stupid of us... how naive... to even think for a second...… — unauthor Copy Share Image
In the present age, alas! our pens are ravished by unlettered authors and unmannered critics, that make a havoc rather than a building, a… — Aubrey Beardsley Copy Share Image
“I have often believed the pen to be a needle, and ink to be a thread. Each story is an intricately woven tapestry and… — Shaun Hick Copy Share Image
“How would the letters have enough strength to fall off my fingers? How could my words caress the paper with tears of ink spilling… — Amany Al-Hallaq Copy Share Image
“... your writer of intensities must have very black ink, and a very big pen, with a very blunt nib.” — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
The times are squalid. They always were. It is a poet's duty to hold the line. — Basil Bunting Copy Share Image
But their determination to banish fools foundered ultimately in the installation of absolute idiots. — Basil Bunting Copy Share Image
All you can usually say about a poem or a picture is, 'Look at it, listen to it.' Whether you listen to a piece… — Basil Bunting Copy Share Image
“It tastes good, garlic and salt in it, with the half-sweet white wine of Orvieto on scanty grass under great trees where the ramparts… — Basil Bunting Copy Share Image
Praise the green earth. Chance has appointed her home, workshop, larder, middenpit. Her lousy skin scabbed here and there by cities provides us with… — Basil Bunting Copy Share Image
The mystic purchases a moment of exhilaration with a lifetime of confusion; and the confusion is infectious and destructive. It is confusing and destructive… — Basil Bunting Copy Share Image
To appreciate present conditions, collate them with those of antiquity. — Basil Bunting Copy Share Image
Whether you listen to a piece of music, or a poem, or look at a picture or a jug, or a piece of sculpture,… — Basil Bunting Copy Share Image
Compose aloud: poetry is a sound. Never explain- your reader is as smart as you. Your reader is not just any reader, but is… — Basil Bunting Copy Share Image
