John Crowe Ransom Quotes

#1. Shit is universal no matter which language.

Don DeLillo

#2. And a wandering beauty is a blade out of its scabbard.You know how dangerous, gentlemen of threescore?May you know it yet ten more.

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#3. But we moderns are impatient and destructive.

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#4. I'm only going one way.

Babe Ruth

#5. Now between the meanings of words and their sounds there is ordinarily no discoverable relation except one of accident; and it is therefore miraculous, to the mystic, when words which make sense can also make a uniform objective structure of accents and rhymes.

John Crowe Ransom

#6. Their free verse was no form at all, yet it made history.

John Crowe Ransom

#7. Till now poets were privileged to insert a certain proportion of nonsense - very far in excess of one-half of one per cent - into their otherwise sober documents.

John Crowe Ransom

#8. In all the good Greek of Plato
I lack my roastbeef and potato.

A better man was Aristotle,
Pulling steady on the bottle.

John Crowe Ransom

#9. Future generations will know there's nothing mystical about wetware because by 2100, Moore's law will have given us tiny quantum computers powerful enough to upload a human soul.

Frank Tipler

#10. I am a lady young in beauty waiting
Until my truelove comes, and then we kiss.

John Crowe Ransom

#11. Great lovers lie in Hell, the stubborn ones
Infatuate of the flesh upon the bones;
Stuprate, they rend each other when they kiss,
The pieces kiss again, no end to this.

John Crowe Ransom

#12. Maintain a forgiving attitude!

Tae Yun Kim

#13. God have mercy on the sinner Who must write with no dinner, No gravy and no grub, No pewter and no pub, No bellyand no bowels, Only consonants and vowels.

John Crowe Ransom

#14. America's political system used to be about the pursuit of happiness. Now More and more of us want to stop chasing it and have it delivered.

Jonah Goldberg

#15. Two evils, monstrous either one apart, Possessed me, and were long and loath at going: A cry of Absence, Absence, in the heart, And in the wood the furious winter blowing.

John Crowe Ransom

#16. And how can poetry stand up against its new conditions? Its position is perfectly precarious.

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#17. Do not enforce the tired wolf
Dragging his infected wound homeward
To sit tonight with the warm children
Naming the pretty kings of France.

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#18. It is a miracle of harmony, of the adaptation of the free inner life to the outward necessity of things.

John Crowe Ransom

#19. Too much is demanded by the critic, attempted by the poet.

John Crowe Ransom

#20. And yet what is Modernism? It is undefined.

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#21. Would you ascend to Heaven and bodiless dwell?
Or take your bodies honorless to Hell?

In Heaven you have heard no marriage is,
No white flesh tinder to your lecheries

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#22. See, every hotel in Las Vegas has a gimmick, and the biggest gimmick of all is the Stratosphere Tower, which claims to have 113 floors, although I think they're measuring floors in Las-Vegas-inches, which stretch and contract to fit whatever lie you're trying to sell.

Neal Shusterman

#23. It is out of fashion in these days to look backward rather than forward. About the only American given to it is some unreconstructed Southerner, who persists in his regard for a certain terrain, a certain history, and a certain inherited way of living.

John Crowe Ransom

#24. He can develop sense and style, in the manner of distinguished modern prose, in which event he may be sure that the result will not fall into any objective form.

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#25. And if no Lethe flows beneath your casement, And when ten years have not brought full effacement, Philosophy was wrong, and you may meet.

John Crowe Ransom

#26. When critics are waiting to pounce upon poetic style on exactly the same grounds as if it were prose, the poets tremble.

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#27. Or he can work it out as a metrical and formal exercise, but he will be disappointed in its content. The New Year's prospect fairly chills his daunting breast.

John Crowe Ransom

#28. I would not knock old fellows in the dust
But there lay Captain Carpenter on his back
His weapons were the old heart in his bust
And a blade shook between rotten teeth alack.

John Crowe Ransom

#29. Captain Carpenter rose up in his prime
Put on his pistols and went riding out
But had got wellnigh nowhere at that time
Till he fell in with ladies in a rout.

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#30. The arts generally have had to recognize Modernism - how should poetry escape?

John Crowe Ransom

#31. For no art and no religion is possible until we make allowances, until we manage to keep quiet the enfant terrible of logic that plays havoc with the other faculties.

John Crowe Ransom