“Work is style, and there is style without thought; not in theory, only in fact. When I take a sentence in my hand, raise it to the light, rub my hand across it, disjoin it, put it back together again with a comma added, raising the pitch in the front part; when I rub the grain of it, comb the fur of it, re-assemble the bones of it, I am making something that carries with it the sound of a voice, the firmness of a hand. Maybe little more.” WritingLittlesFactsHandsLightTogetherSoundVoiceStyleFrontsTheoryRaisesBonesSentencesCarrieGrainFurBack TogetherFirmnessCombsTogether AgainBack Together Again Book:Breakfast Served Any Time All Day: Essays on Poetry New and Selected Source: Breakfast Served Any Time All Day: Essays on Poetry New and Selected
“It goes against an artist's grain to retire. But whether he retires or not, he will age... What work will get done in the remaining time? ...Can he find a little peace in this twilight? Or must he still rush on, restlessly and hungrily, to the very end?” LittlesStillsEndsDoneAgeArtistRetiringTwilightGrain Author:Eric Maisel