Quote by Charles Olson Download Open image ““this is the abstract, this is the cold doing, this is the almost impossible”” — Charles Olson ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.1 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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“A coldness, nearly tangible due to its extreme weight, was perceptible the instant I entered the room.” — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Copy Share Image
“There's a bitter cold in me, a cold which comes from a distant land. And nothing ever really makes it warm. You knew of… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“Nothing is impossible. It literally has the words “I’m possible” in it!” — Mackenzie .H Copy Share Image
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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
The body whips the soul. In its great desire it demands the elixir In the roar of spring, transmutations. — Charles Olson Copy Share Image
