It seems to me that awakening to the full potential of what your life might be - beyond the possibilities of your own family, your own class, your own race, your own neighborhood - that is one of the great gifts that art affords.
There are some truths about life that can be expressed only as stories, or songs, or images. Art delights, instructs, consoles. It educates our emoti… - Dana Gioia
There are some truths about life that can be expressed only as stories, or songs, or images. Art delights, instructs, consoles. It educates our emoti…
- Dana Gioia
Twisting through the thorn-thick underbrush, scratched and exhausted, one turns suddenly to find an unexpected waterfall, not half a mile from the ne… - Dana Gioia
Twisting through the thorn-thick underbrush, scratched and exhausted, one turns suddenly to find an unexpected waterfall, not half a mile from the ne…
It seems to me that awakening to the full potential of what your life might be - beyond the possibilities of your own family, your own class, your ow… - Dana Gioia
It seems to me that awakening to the full potential of what your life might be - beyond the possibilities of your own family, your own class, your ow…
Money. You don't know where it's been, but you put it where your mouth is. And it talks! - Dana Gioia
Money. You don't know where it's been, but you put it where your mouth is. And it talks!
Teach us the names of what we have destroyed. - Dana Gioia
Teach us the names of what we have destroyed.
In an age of global standardization, regional voices also remind both writer and reader that no life is lived generically. If the purpose of literatu… - Dana Gioia
In an age of global standardization, regional voices also remind both writer and reader that no life is lived generically. If the purpose of literatu…
This is a prayer, inchoate and unfinished, for you, my love, my loss, my lesion, a rosary of words to count out time's illusions, all the minutes, ho… - Dana Gioia
This is a prayer, inchoate and unfinished, for you, my love, my loss, my lesion, a rosary of words to count out time's illusions, all the minutes, ho…
Once an author finishes a poem, he becomes merely another reader. I may remember what I intended to put into a text, but what matters is what a reade… - Dana Gioia
Once an author finishes a poem, he becomes merely another reader. I may remember what I intended to put into a text, but what matters is what a reade…
Art is an irreplaceable way of understanding and expressing the world. - Dana Gioia
Art is an irreplaceable way of understanding and expressing the world.
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