I write in praise of the solitary act: of not feeling a trespassing tongue forced into one's mouth, one's breath smothered, nipples crushed against the ribcage, and that metallic tingling in the chin set off by a certain odd nerve: unpleasure.
I write in praise of the solitary act: of not feeling a trespassing tongue forced into one's mouth, one's breath smothered, nipples crushed against t… - Fleur Adcock
I write in praise of the solitary act: of not feeling a trespassing tongue forced into one's mouth, one's breath smothered, nipples crushed against t…
- Fleur Adcock
You have to listen to your own voice. Not your heart, not your instincts, not any of that self-permissive psycho-babble stuff. No, none of that. If i… - Fleur Adcock
You have to listen to your own voice. Not your heart, not your instincts, not any of that self-permissive psycho-babble stuff. No, none of that. If i…
Poetry is a search for ways of communication; it must be conducted with openness, flexibility, and a constant readiness to listen. - Fleur Adcock
Poetry is a search for ways of communication; it must be conducted with openness, flexibility, and a constant readiness to listen.
There are worse things than having behaved foolishly in public. There are worse things than these miniature betrayals, committed or endured or suspec… - Fleur Adcock
There are worse things than having behaved foolishly in public. There are worse things than these miniature betrayals, committed or endured or suspec…
Somehow we manage it: to like our friends, to tolerate not only their little ways but their huge neuroses, their monumental oddness: "Oh well," we … - Fleur Adcock
Somehow we manage it: to like our friends, to tolerate not only their little ways but their huge neuroses, their monumental oddness: "Oh well," we …
Art's whatever you choose to frame. - Fleur Adcock
Art's whatever you choose to frame.
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