{"author":"Ben Lerner","author_id":"Ben+Lerner","total_quotes":19,"quotes":[{"text":"My experience of my body was her experience once removed, which meant my body was dissolved, and that’s all I’d ever really wanted from my body, such as it was.","author":"Ben Lerner","tags":["body"],"id":5547,"author_id":"Ben+Lerner"},{"text":"Since the world is ending,” Peter quoted from behind us, “why not let the children touch the paintings?","author":"Ben Lerner","tags":["children","ending","paintings","world"],"id":19937,"author_id":"Ben+Lerner"},{"text":"And because his narrator was characterized above all by his anxiety regarding the disconnect between his internal experience and his social self-presentation, the more intensely the author worried about distinguishing himself from the narrator, the more he felt he had become him.","author":"Ben Lerner","tags":["anxiety"],"id":37010,"author_id":"Ben+Lerner"},{"text":"All I ask the haters--and I, too, am one--is that they strive to perfect their contempt, even consider bringing it to bear on poems, where it will be deepened, not dispelled, and where, by creating a place for possibility and present absences (like unheard melodies), it might come to resemble love.","author":"Ben Lerner","tags":["hatred","poet","poetry","spoilers"],"id":72969,"author_id":"Ben+Lerner"},{"text":"And when you are foolish enough to identify yourself as a poet, your interlocutors will often ask: A PUBLISHED Poet? And when you tell them that you are, indeed, a published poet, they seem at least vaguely impressed. Why is that? Its not like they or anybody they know reads poetry journals. And yet there is something deeply right, I think, about this knee-jerk appeal to publicity. It's as if to say: Everybody can write a poem, but has your poetry, the distillation of your innermost being, been found authentic and intelligible by others? Can it circulate among persons, make of its readership, however small, a People in that sense? This accounts for the otherwise bafflingly persistent association of Poetry and fame - baffling since no poets are famous among the general population. To demand proof of fame is to demand proof that your songs made it back intact from the dream in the stable to the social world of the fire, that your song is at once utterly specific to you and exemplary for others.","author":"Ben Lerner","tags":["criticism","poetry"],"id":99155,"author_id":"Ben+Lerner"},{"text":"Laser technology has fulfilled our people's ancient dream of a blade so fine that the person it cuts remains standing and alive until he moves and cleaves. Until we move, none of us can be sure that we have not already been cut in half, or in many pieces, by a blade of light. It is safest to assume that our throats have already been slit, that the slightest alteration in our postures will cause the painless severance of our heads.","author":"Ben Lerner","tags":["poetry"],"id":211192,"author_id":"Ben+Lerner"},{"text":"And I want to say something to the schoolchildren of America who were watching the live coverage of the shuttle's takeoff. I know it is hard to understand, but sometimes painful things like this happen. It's all part of the process of exploration and discovery. It's all part of taking a chance and expanding man's horizons. The future doesn't belong to the fainthearted; it belongs to the brave. The Challenger crew was pulling us into the future, and we'll continue to follow them.","author":"Ben Lerner","tags":["discovery","exploration","failure","inspirational","learning"],"id":251603,"author_id":"Ben+Lerner"},{"text":"Poetry arises from the desire to get beyond the finite and the historical—the human world of violence and difference—and to reach the transcendent or divine. You're moved to write a poem, you feel called upon to sing, because of that transcendent impulse. But as soon as you move from that impulse to the actual poem, the song of the infinite is compromised by the finitude of its terms.","author":"Ben Lerner","tags":["actual","desire","divine","finite","historical","human","impulse","infinite","poem","poetry","transcendent","violence","world"],"id":263269,"author_id":"Ben+Lerner"},{"text":"Our contempt for any particular poem must be perfect, be total, because only a ruthless reading that allows us to measure the gap between the actual and the virtual will enable to to experience, if not a genuine poem—no such thing—a place for the genuine, whatever that might mean.","author":"Ben Lerner","tags":["actual","contempt","experience","gap","genuine","measure","particular","perfect","poem","reading","ruthless","total","virtual"],"id":273886,"author_id":"Ben+Lerner"},{"text":"Each member of this shadowy network resented the others, who were irritating reminders that nothing was more American, whatever that means, than fleeing the American, whatever that is, and that their soft version of self-imposed exile was just another of late empire's packaged tours.","author":"Ben Lerner","tags":["america","tourist","travel"],"id":286168,"author_id":"Ben+Lerner"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":19,"pages":2,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}