A poem should not mean but be.
Archibald MacleishRead
What is freedom? Freedom is the right to choose: the right to create for oneself the alternatives of choice.
Interpretation
Freedom involves having the ability to make choices that shape one's own life.
In this quote, Archibald Macleish emphasizes that true freedom is not merely the absence of constraints, but the empowerment to make choices that define one's existence. It underscores the importance of having options and the autonomy to decide between those options, illustrating how personal agency is fundamental to the concept of freedom.
In practice
In a speech about civil rights, one might quote this to highlight the importance of choice in a free society.
A poem should not mean but be.
To see the earth as we now see it, small and beautiful in that eternal silence where it floats, is to see ourselves as riders on the earth together, brothers on that bright loveliness in the unending night ~ brothers who see now they are truly brothers.
Journalism is concerned with events, poetry with feelings. Journalism is concerned with the look of the world, poetry with the feel of the world.
How shall freedom be defended? By arms when it is attacked by arms, by truth when it is attacked by lies, by faith when it is attacked by authoritarian dogma. Always, in the final act, by determination and faith.
Races didn't bother the Americans. They were something a lot better than any race. They were a People. They were the first self-constituted, self-declared, self-created People in the history of the world.
The business of the law is to make sense of the confusion of what we call human life - to reduce it to order but at the same time to give it possibility, scope, even dignity.
The most sophisticated people I know - inside they are all children.
...logical validity is not a guarantee of truth.
My facts shall be falsehoods to the common sense. I would so state facts that they shall be significant, shall be myths or mythologic. Facts which the mind perceived, thoughts which the body thought - with these I deal.
I don't like the term 'colour-blind' - because I don't want people to be blind to my colour.
The plain truth is we are going to die. Here I am, a teeny spec surrounded by boundless space and time, arguing with the whole of creation, shaking my fist, sputtering, growing even eloquent at times, and then-poof! I am gone. Swept off once and for all. I think that is very, very funny.
If a book were written all in numbers, it would be true. It would be just. Nothing said in words ever came out quite even. Things in words got twisted and ran together, instead of staying straight and fitting together. But underneath the words, at the center, like the center of the Square, it all came out even. Everything could change, yet nothing would be lost. If you saw the numbers you could see that, the balance, the pattern. You saw the foundations of the world. And they were solid.
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