What would we not give for some great poem to read now, which would be in harmony with the scenery,for if men read aright, methinks they would never read anything but poems. No history nor philosophy can supply their place.
(Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers (1849), in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 1, p. 93, Houghton Mifflin (1906).)
Let us dismiss, as irrelevant to the poem per se, the circumstance ... which, in the first place, gave rise to the intention of composing a poem that should suit at once the popular and the critical taste.
(Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), U.S. author. "The Philosophy of Composition," Graham's Magazine (1846).
Disingenuously dismissing private motives.)
Most of my poetry was written on the road, far away from my boyhood home in New York City. I lived in abject poverty most of the time, depending on the generosity of strangers and friends. Most of my verse was composed in fields, in furrows, on beaches, in graveyards, in wooded lands and in between my returns to New York City, the majority of my rhyme was written in far away places such as Paris, London, California, much of New England, Florida and The Midwest. My first published book, 'Selected Poems' was written in Europe over two years. I composed a volume of verse never published to this day while I lived in Paris entitled 'Parisian Verse'. The majority of my poetry composed since I was in High School to the present day has never been published. In addition to 'Selected Poems' I have published over 500 poems in seven subsequent volumes.
Poetic journalism talk I, discuss I, how poetry can be used as journalism or journalistic purposes, stating about and sharing with the readers in the form of opinion, review, statement, theory, politics or sociology? A poem is an essay, a paragraph, a prose-piece, a biography, an autobiography, a play, a text and a testament of criticism.
The poem is about comprehension of beauty. While looking for an apt image, I came across this and learned about Wabi-sabi. I am a Wabi-sabist partially. Actually I had seen an image of an empty worn out wooden chair on Gabriel Garcia Marquez's celebrated novel One hundred years of solitude, although the theme was isolation and endless waiting there, I like that. I am fascinated by still lonely images in exotic interior spaces.
(Charu Gandhi. In response to the poem 'Just Another')
If you're going to write something - be it a poem, a song or a story, you have to close your eyes then give your whole heart, soul and mind into it... Then as you open your eyes, it will become a masterpiece.
Just as a new scientific discovery manifests something that was already latent in the order of nature, and at the same time is logically related to the total structure of the existing science, so the new poem manifests something that was already latent in the order of words.
(Northrop Frye (b. 1912), Canadian literary critic. "Mythical Phase: Symbol as Archetype," second essay, Anatomy of Criticism (1957).)