“The mountains are fountains of men as well as of rivers, of glaciers, of fertile soil. The great poets, philosophers, prophets, able men whose thoughts and deeds have moved the world, have come down from the mountains - mountain dwellers who have grown strong there with the forest trees in Nature's workshops.” MenWorldWellsAbleStrongTreeAdventurePoetMountainRiversMovedPhilosopherDeedsForestsProphetSoilWildernessFountainFertileWorkshopsGreat PoetSierraGlaciersForests And TreesDwellersFertile SoilRivers And Mountains Book:The Wilderness World of John Muir Source: The Wilderness World of John Muir
“I moved on to the University of California, Berkley, coordinating interpreters for Deaf students at the university. The first year I was at Berkley, we brought in artists, performers, actors, and poets to create a Deaf arts festival. I did a lot of the interpreting for the stage performers. By the second year, I realized that I really liked producing arts festivals that had to do something with signing.” YearsFirstsArtArtistActorsStageStudentsPoetMovedUniversityI RealizedCaliforniaPerformersDeafFestivalsSigningMoved OnInterpretingInterpreterCoordinatingI Moved On Author:Jack Jason
“For suppose that every tool we had could perform its task, either at our bidding or itself perceiving the need, and if-like the statues made by Dædalus or the tripods of Hephæstus, of which the poet says that "self-moved they enter the assembly of the gods" - shuttles in a loom could fly to and fro and a plectrum play a lyre all self-moved, then master-craftsmen would have no need of servants nor masters of slaves.” IfsNeedsMadeSelfPlayPoliticsEconomyPoetMastersToolsTasksMovedSlaveServantLiberalismStatuesAssemblyCraftsmanBiddingTripods Author:Aristotle
“Why has no one written a November rhapsody with plenty of lilt and swing? The poets who are moved at all by this month seem only stirred to lamentation, giving us year end and 'melancholy days' remarks, thereby showing that theory is stronger than observation among the rhyming brotherhood, or else that they have chronic indigestion and no gardens to stimulate them.” GivingYearsEndsSeemsWrittenPoetTheoryMonthsGardenStrongerMovedObservationPlentyMelancholyBrotherhoodSwingsRemarksNovemberRhymingIndigestionLamentationYear End Book:The garden of a commuter's wife Source: The garden of a commuter's wife
“Sacred scripture is of course the basic authority for everything; yet I sometimes run across ancient sayings or pagan writings - even the poets - so purely and reverently and admirably expressed that I can't help believing the author's hearts were moved by some divine power. And perhaps the spirit of Christ is more widespread than we understand, and the company of the saints includes many not on our calendar.” WritingBelieveHeartI CanSometimesHelpingRunningSpiritCoursesChristCompanyDivinePoetAuthoritySacredMovedAncientSaintScripturePaganCalendarsDivine PowerSacred Scripture Book:The Colloquies of Erasmus Source: The Colloquies of Erasmus
“What I'm nostalgic for is the idea of an edge in New York. There used to be these fringes of the city where civilization sort of ended, and therefore young people could live cheaply, or open nightclubs or art galleries, or even squat. That fringe moved out to New Jersey and Brooklyn. The whole idea of the metropolis is the centralization of like-minded souls, and when the central real estate becomes too expensive, the dreamers, the young poets, and the artists will go elsewhere.” PeopleArtRealSoulArtistPoetMovedDreamerElsewhereFringeNostalgicSquatMetropolis Author:Jay McInerney
“I began as a poet, moved to short fiction, then to novel writing, and, for the past twelve years, back to stories. I sometimes wonder if the pendulum will swing all the way back to where I began. As T.S. Eliot says, "In my end is my beginning," but for now I'm staying put, sitting tight, and loving the short story form way too much to leave it quite yet.” WritingSometimesPastWonderNovelPoetMovedShort StoryEliot Author:Jack Driscoll