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I never went to college — I don’t believe in college for writers. The thing is very dangerous. I believe too many professors are too opinionated & too snobbish & too intellectual, & the intellect is a great danger to creativity … because you begin to rationalize & make up reasons for things, instead of staying with your own basic truth — who you are, what you are, what you want to be. I’ve had a sign over my typewriter for over 25 years now, which reads “Don’t think!” You must never think at the typewriter — you must feel. Your intellect is always buried in that feeling anyway.
– Ray Bradbury

A man, yet by these tears a little boy again,
Throwing myself on the sand, confronting the waves…
– Walt Whitman

I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.
– Mary Oliver

Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem…
– Walt Whitman

If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs…
– Wilfred Owen

And all men kill the thing they love,
By all let this be heard …
– Oscar Wilde

A book must be an axe which smashes the frozen sea within us.
– Franz Kafka

If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
– Emily Dickinson

There are worse things than having behaved foolishly in public.
– Fleur Adcock

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“We are meaning making machines”
– Paul O’Mahony

“I never went to college — I don’t believe in college for writers. The thing is very dangerous. I believe too many professors are too opinionated & too snobbish & too intellectual, & the intellect is a great danger to creativity … because you begin to rationalize & make up reasons for things, instead of staying with your own basic truth — who you are, what you are, what you want to be. I’ve had a sign over my typewriter for over 25 years now, which reads “Don’t think!” You must never think at the typewriter — you must feel. Your intellect is always buried in that feeling anyway.”
– Ray Bradbury

“A man, yet by these tears a little boy again,
Throwing myself on the sand, confronting the waves…”
– Walt Whitman

“I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.”
– Mary Oliver

“Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem…”
– Walt Whitman

“If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs…”
– Wilfred Owen

“And all men kill the thing they love,
By all let this be heard …”
– Oscar Wilde

“A book must be an axe which smashes the frozen sea within us.”
– Franz Kafka

“If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.”
– Emily Dickinson

“There are worse things than having behaved foolishly in public.”
– Fleur Adcock

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Posted on June 8, 2016June 9, 2016Author Paul O'MahonyCategories poetryTags haiku, poem, potato, Prose, sonnet, spud4 Comments on Potato Poem (PP)
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