Louis Zukofsky Quotes

May is, Airs wreathe (times) : and they mirror: plus
Silence supports my pretension . . the parts
Ascend a tone, repeating, (tin ears) thus
(Listen) move past Jesus ratted in starch;
My contention . . that the slight disregards
My costs: Recorders: Fa - as what wind blew
Tossed coins in herrings heads, what journey thru
Mi et Mi Fa . . tota Musica, dearth
Such as voice courting voice has such value
Labor light lights in air, in earth, on earth

It was a pity that people did not risk enough to speak out in behalf of one another's happiness and their own.

River that must turn full after I stop dying
Song, my song, raise grief to music
Light as my loves' thought, the few sick
So sick of wrangling: thus weeping,
Sounds of light, stay in her keeping
And my son's face - this much for honor.

Only emotion objectified endures.

I suppose looking back on life, anyone's life, it amounts to this – everything that diverges from one's aim is a bloody waste of time, except as respite making you less lonely.

This story was a story of our time. And a writer's attempts not to fathom his time amount but to sounding his mind in it.