Charles Olson Quotations

bees dig the plum blossoms

one loves only form, and form only comes into existence when the thing is born.

And all now is war where so lately there was peace, and the sweet brotherhood, the use of tilled fields.

Dead, hung up indoors, the kingfisher will not indicate a favoring wind, or avert the thunderbolt.

My life has been given its orders: the seasons seize the soul and the body, and make mock of any dispersed effort. The hour of death is the only trespass

The flowers are ravined by bees, the fruit blossoms are thrown to the ground, the wind the rain forces everything.

Knowledge is the harvest of attention

All that matters is that the thing be the thing of the thing.

You can do anything, literally, right? That's one of the exciting possibilities of the present.

I'm trying to climb up both walls at once.