Rigor in Reading: ""Just as rigor does not reside in the barbell but in the act of lifting it, rigor in reading is not an attribute of a text but rather of a reader's behavior--engaged, observant, responsive, questioning, analytical."
~ Kylene Beers
“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”
“Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.”
“It is our choices...that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.”
How To Eat a Poem
Don't be polite.
Pick it up with your fingers and lick the juice that
may run down your chin.
It is ready and ripe now, whenever you are.You do not need a knife or fork or spoon
or plate or napkin or tablecloth.
For there is no core
to throw away.
"I like to listen. I have learned a great deal from listening carefully. Most people never listen."
"There is more treasure in books than in all the pirate's loot on Treasure Island."
“If you don't have time to read, you don't have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that.”
“Read, read, read. Read everything -- trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it. Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out of the window.”
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
“Oh for a book and a shady nook,
Either indoors or out,
with the green leaves whispering overhead,
or the street cries all about.
Where I may read at all my ease
both of the new and old,
For a jolly good book whereon to look
is better to me than gold”
"Tell me and I forget. Teach me and I remember. Involve me and I learn."
"There is no end to education. It is not that you read a book, pass an examination, and finish with education. The whole of life, from the moment you are born to the moment you die, is a process of learning."
"I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering."
“No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.”
A Dream Deferred
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
“We all have light and dark inside of us. What matters is the part you choose to action.”