Best 6 quotes of Robert Kroetsch on MyQuotes

Ariel Gordon is superbly, supremely, a poet of the body. She finds words for the physicality of the forest, of the garden, of pregnancy. Hump speaks the erotics of being alive and being in love with being alive.

George Bowering doesn’t play fair. Baseball Love is so good there is no memoir in the league that can go up against it. Bowering has a sense of story and an eye for detail that eliminate the possibility that he was a lousy second baseman. Reading a home run is fun.

To approach the badlands is to find a gap in the known and expected world.

And sure enough, there it was, not the sought-after needle, but, to my agreeable astonishment, the haystack in the field by the lane.

Poet, if you can't grow up, at least grow down. Become a carrot, a parsnip. Even a potato. Let the earth conceal your shame. You mistook the mushrooms in your head for truth. Celebrate the actual beauty of mushrooms. Rejoice in their improbabilities. Accept the shortness of the season. Accept the shortness of your own breath. If you cannot suffer light, learn to engender the dark. The poem as hacking cough, as a croaking in the larynx, as a green discharge from blackened lungs. Poet, if you propose to make poems out of your halloween existence, you must learn to shit pumpkins.

You of the almighty zap, Zeusifer, loose and zany, let me sizzle on your throne for maybe forty-eight seconds; I've had enough of your poetry crap, just give me the last word of this poem.