I don't feel I've arrived home until I get on the beach. All my life, the theater of the sea has been a very strong thing.
Derek WalcottRead
A long time ago, I thought, as a writer in the Caribbean, 'I don't ever want to have to write 'It was great in Paris.'' Because I don't think, proportionately speaking, that one's experience in a city as opposed to, say, a village in St. Lucia, is superior to the other.
Interpretation
Creativity and perspective are shaped by experiences, whether in urban or rural settings.
Derek Walcott reflects on the value of one's experiences, suggesting that living in a small village can be as rich and meaningful as residing in a major city like Paris. This idea challenges conventional perceptions of success and highlights the importance of acknowledging diverse environments and experiences in the creative process.
In practice
This quote can be shared during a workshop on creative writing to emphasize the importance of diverse experiences.
I don't feel I've arrived home until I get on the beach. All my life, the theater of the sea has been a very strong thing.
Creating a poem is a continual process of re-creating your ignorance, in the sense of not knowing what's coming next.
My mother was a schoolteacher and very, very encouraging. She understood what it meant when I said I wanted to be a writer; both me and my brother wrote.
When I went to college - when I read Shakespeare or Dickens or Scott - I just felt that, as a citizen of England, a British citizen, this was as much my heritage as any schoolboy's. That is one of the things the Empire taught, that apart from citizenship, the synonymous inheritance of the citizenship was the literature.
The truest writers are those who see language not as a linguistic process but as a living element.
The poet complains or points out the discontent that lies at the heart of man, the individual man, and how can that be redeemed?
When life takes away the forms that you thought were the foundation of your life, what's left? The life that needs no foundation - that is the foundation. The formless. The essence.
She looked into the distance, and the old terror flamed up for an instant, then sank again. Edna heard her father's voice and her sister Margaret's. She heard the barking of an old dog that was chained to the sycamore tree. The spurs of the cavalry officer clanged as he walked across the porch. There was the hum of bees, and the musky odor of pinks filled the air. (last lines)
The death clock is ticking slowly in our breast, and each drop of blood measures its time, and our life is a lingering fever.
Battering the gates of heaven with the storms of prayer.
Under observation, we act less free, which means we effectively are less free.
Often a noble face hides filthy ways.
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