“Sorrow is so woven through us, so much a part of our souls, or at least any understanding of our souls that we are able to attain, that every experience is dyed with its color. This is why, even in moments of joy, part of that joy is the seams of ore that are our sorrow. They burn darkly and beautifully in the midst of joy, and they make joy the complete experience that it is. But they still burn.” StillsSoulMomentsAbleJoyUnderstandingColorSorrowMidstWoven Author:Christian Wiman
“I've never been able to write poetry without having vast tracts of dead time. Poetry requires a certain kind of disciplined indolence that the world, including many prose writers, doesn't recognize as discipline. It is, though. It's the discipline to endure hours that you refuse to fill with anything but the possibility of poetry, though you may in fact not be able to write a word of it just then, and though it may be playing practical havoc with your life. It's the discipline of preparedness.” WorldWritingKindMayFactsAbleCertainHoursPossibilityDisciplineEndureIncludingRefusePracticalsProseIndolencePreparednessHavocTime Poetry Author:Christian Wiman
