T. E. Hulme Quotes

There were certain impressions I wanted to fix. I read verse models but none seemed to suitably express that kind of impression..until I came to read French vers libre which seemed to eactly fitr the case.

The unit of significance in the poem is not the word but the phrase or sentence...a poet should consider the effect of the whole poem, not its local felicities.

In the light of absolute values (religious or ethical) man himself is judged to be limited or imperfect, while he can occasionally accomplish acts which partake of perfection, he, himself can never be perfect.

All emotions are the ore from which poetry may be sifted.

Thought is prior to language and consists in the simultaneous presentation to the mind of two different images.

It is a delicate & difficult art fitting rhythm to an idea...communicating momentary phases in a poet's mind.

Poetry is no more, no less than a mosaic of words, so great exactness is required for each one.

The artist tries to see what there is to be interested in... He has not created something, he has seen something.

My objection to metre is that it enables people to write verse with no poetic inspiration.

Here is the root of all romanticism: that man, the individual, is an infinite reservoir of possibilities; and if you can so rearrange society by the destruction of oppressive order then these possibilities will have a chance and you will het Progress. One can define the classical quite clearly as the exact opposite to this. Man is an extraordinary fixed and limited animal whose nature is absolutely constant. It is only by tradition and organization that anything decent can be got out of him.

A poem is good if it contains a new analogy and startles the reader out of the habit of treating words as counters.

Literature, like memory, selects only the vivid patches.

If literature (realistic) did really resemble life, it would be interminable, dreary, commonplace eating and dressing, buttoning, with here and there a patch of vividness. Life is composed of exquisite moments and the rest is shadows of them.

Old houses were scaffolding once and workmen whistling.

A number of abstract ideas, of which we are as a matter of fact unconscious. We do not see them, but we see other things through them.