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User talk:Bennmorland~enwikiquote

Welcome to Wikiquote. You have done good work with the Woodrow Wilson article, but I would like to recommend using the Wikimedia Commons as a place to find or upload any further public domain or GNU FDL images. ~ Kalki 05:24, 5 Dec 2004 (UTC)

Categories
Please do not link categories to Category:Categories but to the appropriate place in the category system. Using the poor analogy of a linked tree, Category:Categories is the single top-level category. From there, we have fundamental categories, main page categories and Wikiquote category as second level. Since your new categories are not featured on the main page and do not relate to Wikiquote, such as maintenance, faqs, etc., they go under the fundamental branch. I just collected several categories into Category:People there which is probably the next step in the subjects you have been working on. Look through the sub-categories there. Rmhermen 16:40, 2 Jun 2005 (UTC)

Categorization by Nationality or Geography
Refer to Wikiquote_talk:Category_schemes
 * Hi, thank you for your participation to category discussion. I'm happy to see you there. More discussion, better designed, I hope. --Aphaia 01:29, 12 Jun 2005 (UTC)

Elizabeth II of the United Kingdom
I noticed that you added/updated a "cleanup" tag to this article; I have completed an overhaul of the article, and I would appreciate your input. Thanks! Essjay 05:44, 11 Jun 2005 (UTC)

Adding a VfD entry
Bennmorland, could you please use the "Submit a new request" link at the top of the Votes for deletion page when adding an entry? When you edit the last entry and add a new one to the section, unless you make a point of fixing the edit summary, your new entry appears in the page history as part of the old entry. This can make it difficult for sysops to track down problems (like illegal or unsigned votes) when we have to sift through the history. That's why we created the link and added guidance on using it in the instructions under "Requesting deletions". (Although I noticed that the instructions had the wrong text for the link; I've just fixed that.) Sorry to be a pain in the butt about it. ☺ — Jeff Q (talk) 10:14, 19 Jun 2005 (UTC)

VFD vote
You voted doubly on WQ:VFD. If you withdrew the former, it is okay, but would you prefer to make it clear, for example, strike your former vote? And if you don't mix another vote there, it would be more convenient for us. Anyway a deletion vote need at least 14 days and you can't begin another vote on a vote for a certain candidate. Thank you for your understanding. --Aphaia 07:33, 24 Jun 2005 (UTC)

 * In answer to your question on VFD, Benn M, a common practice is to use HTML strikeout markup (<s>text</s>) to surround the vote you wish to strike. I'd suggest you do so to your undesired Delete vote and remove your request for assistance. (I'd do it for you, but it's usually best to let voters do it themselves, to avoid the appearance of vote tampering in the history.) You can leave the original text in place or strike it through as well; both forms have been practiced here. — Jeff Q (talk) 18:40, 25 Jun 2005 (UTC)

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User:Bennmorland~enwikiquote

I'm Benn, I'm a Democrat, a hopeless packrat and a glutton for quotes, minutiae and trivia.

I'm also on Wikipedia, Wikispecies, Wiktionary and Wikisource. I am an Aspie.

I will never list negative editing here, just what I've contributed to the content of the site.

Entries initiated

 * Eksteins, Modris
 * Fussell, Paul
 * Wilson, Thomas Woodrow

Entries contributed to

 * Bierce, Ambrose
 * Churchill, Winston
 * Grant, Ulysses S.
 * Grass, Günter

Notes to self

 * Simon Hoggart
 * Boys Crusade
 * p. xv "Historian Modris..."
 * p. 8-10 "And these young..."
 * p. 10-11 "Adolescent fervor..."
 * p. 11-12 "In May 1945..."
 * p. 18 "When the boy..."
 * p. 19 "Over/under"
 * p. 23 "They are not soldiers in the..."
 * p. 23 "Ernie Pyle..."
 * p. 85 "He was innocently violating..."

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User:Spinboy~enwikiquote

My Wikipedia User Page

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Mobile Suit Gundam

Mobile Suit Gundam, known in Japan as Kidō Senshi Gundam (Japanese: 機動戦士ガンダム), is an anime television series.

General Revil's "Zeon Is Exhausted" Speech

 * Fellow Earth Federation citizens! I appeal to you all.  Zeon is exhausted!  It is low on troops!  Low on ships, weapons, and even ammunition!  Why then should we surrender?  Dear fellow citizens, our true enemy is no longer Zeon but our own weak leaders.  Hiding behind some notion of "absolute democracy", they are reduced to absolute indecision.  Why should we the survivors of this horrible war, entrust them with the power to make decisions for us!?

Gihren Zabi's Famous "Sieg Zeon!" Speech

 * Many of your fathers and brothers have perished valiantly in the face of a contemptible enemy. We must never forget what the Federation has done to our people! These brave men have shown us these virtues through their own valiant sacrifice. By focusing our anger and sorrow, we are finally in a position where victory is within our grasp, and once again, our most cherished nation will flourish. Victory is the greatest tribute we can pay those who sacrifice their lives for us! Rise, our people, Rise! Take your sorrow, and turn it into anger! Zeon thirsts for the strength of its people! SIEG ZEON!

Gihren Zabi's A Baoa Qu "Hail Zeon!" Speech

 * There is no other way for mankind to last forever, except by living under the direct control of "we", "the chosen, superior race of Zeon". If this war drags on, it will pose a serious threat to all of mankind. We must teach those slow-witted people of the Earth Federation a lesson they will always remember. Now is the time for mankind to stand up for the future! HAIL ZEON!

Quotes about Mobile Suit Gundam

 * When making Gundam Reconguista in G, I interacted with fans for the first time in a long while, and I realised that without a doubt, there is such a thing as “present fans,” and that different people look at it in a different way. Did you know that most of the early fans of Mobile Suit Gundam, the very first in the series, were girls?
 * Yoshiyuki Tomino, "Interview with Yoshiyuki Tomino, the Creator of Gundam", Kohji Sakurai, Otakumode.com (30 October 2015
 * Those who grew up in the 1960s have at least a minimal understanding of the memories retained by Japanese people about the war that happened 20 years ago. Besides that, I was able to observe what could be called military history. Those were my basic resources.
 * At the time, most war accounts were from the viewpoint of one side. However, when you think about how a battlefield is made up of a few hundred or a few hundred thousand people amassing on each side, if it weren’t for both sides standing up for their justice, such a thing as a battlefield probably wouldn’t even come into existence.
 * Since most of these stories were written from one standpoint, I felt it would be nice to have a story showing both sides from an overhead angle. And after that it was making the TV series a long one, even though it’s a robot anime. I supposed the war setting would provide a lot of material to depict for both sides, and in Gundam, I aimed to create a story capturing both allies and enemies.
 * Especially since anime is something people usually watch at a younger age, if you only tell about the principles and the position of one side, you will inevitably end up influencing their thoughts in a sense. This had me concerned, which was the other reason I put great care into looking at the situation—war—from a high angle.
 * Yoshiyuki Tomino, "Interview with Yoshiyuki Tomino, the Creator of Gundam"], Kohji Sakurai, Otakumode.com (30 October 2015)

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Alfie (2004 film)

Alfie is a 2004 romantic comedy.

 * Directed by Charles Shyer. Screenplay by Bill Naughton.

A player until he got played.

Alfie

 * I myself subscribe more to the European philosophy of life, my priorities leaning towards wine, women and... well that's about it.
 * Whenever you meet a beautiful woman, just remember somewhere there's a man who's sick of shagging her.

 * Anyone in the mood for a little Alfie, straight-up?

 * It seems to me the problems you worry yourself sick about never seem to materialize. It's the ones that catch you unexpectedly on a Wednesday afternoon that knock you sideways.

 * The problem is, she doesn't have enough of the superficial things that really matter.

 * In every doomed relationship there comes what I like to call the "oh oooh"-moment. And a certain little something happens and you know you've just witnessed the beginning of the end. Suddenly you stop and you think: "oh oooh"... iceberg ahead.

 * What happens with me is – I don’t know – I get… when it gets too… not close, but something like that, I start to feel… not stifled… not trapped… but, but… something like that and I – you know, you know what I mean.

 * I warned them all from the beginning. I always said something along the lines of… I must advise you, I am stamped with an invisible warning: “will not commit”, “will never marry”.

 * When I look back on my little life and all the women I’ve known. I can’t help to think about all that they’ve done for me, I hadn’t left up for them, how they looked after me, and cared for me, and I would pay them by never returning the favor. Yeah, I used to think I had the best end of the deal. What have I got… really… some money in my pocket, some nice threads, a fancy car at my disposal, and I am single… unattached, free as a bird. I don’t depend on nobody. Nobody depends on me. My life’s my own. But I don’t have peace of mind. And if you don’t have that, you have nothing. So.. so what’s the answer, I keep asking myself. What’s it all about. You know what I mean.

 * Well, no, I've never done it. But it might be worth a try.

 * I give her my highest grade: A minus. Look at her - legs like racehorse, perfect yoga bum

 * For us boys its all about FBB, Face-Boobs,Bum

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Ulrike Meinhof

Ulrike Meinhof (7 October 1934 – 9 May 1976) was a German radical left-wing militant who started out as a journalist. She was one of the founders of the Red Army Fraction (in German: Rote Armee Fraktion), also known as the Baader-Meinhof Gang.

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 * Protest is when I say this does not please me. Resistance is when I ensure what does not please me occurs no more.
 * Published in “Vom Protest zum Widerstand” [“From Protest to Resistance”], konkret, no. 5 (May 1968), p. 5.

 * These are the strategic dialectics of anti-imperialist struggle: through the defensive reactions of the system, the escalation of counterrevolution, the transformation of the political martial law into military martial law, the enemy betrays himself, becomes visible.
 * Published in "Minor Literature: Case Study: the Red Army Faction"

 * The function of leadership in the guerrilla, the function of Andreas Baader in the RAF is orientation: not just to distinguish the main points from the minor ones in each situation but also to remain with the entire political context in all situations; to never lose sight, among technical and logistic details and problems, of the aim, which is the revolution.
 * Published in "Minor Literature: Case Study: the Red Army Faction"

 * We are acting for those who are trying to free themselves from terror and violence. And if no means other than war remains for them, then we are for their war. And we are against those who escalate their terror up to the use of nuclear weapons, something currently being discussed in regard to Vietnam.
 * Stefan Aust, Terrorism in Germany: The Baader-Meinhof Phenomenon

 * In the moment when you become serious about solidarity with the Vietnamese, when you become intent on weakening the American position everywhere in the world, so that the Vietnamese people derive some benefit... then I really don’t see the difference between the terrorism of the police that we have already experienced in Berlin and are threatened with now and the stormtrooper terror of the Thirties.
 * Stefan Aust, Terrorism in Germany: The Baader-Meinhof Phenomenon

 * Dare to struggle; dare to win! Attack and smash the power of imperialism! It is the duty of every revolutionary to make the revolution!We call on all militants in the Federal Republic to make all American establishments targets of their attacks in their struggle against US imperialism! Long live the RAF!
 * The Red Army Faction: A Documentary History, Volume One: Projectiles for the People.

Quotes about

 * The most important woman in German politics since Rosa Luxemburg
 * Erich Fried, Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung, May 17 1976.
 * "Ulrike Mainhod is Dead - Let's Rescue the Living"
 * Slogan of the German sponti, The Red Army Faction: A Documentary History, 389

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Czesław Miłosz

Czesław Miłosz (30 June 1911 – 14 August 2004) was a Polish poet and essayist, awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1980.

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Mówię do ciebie milcząc, jak obłok czy drzewo.'' I speak to you with silence like a cloud or a tree.'''
 * ''Przysięgam, nie ma we mnie czarodziejstwa słów.
 * '''I swear, there is in me no wizardry of word.
 * "Dedication" (1945); quoted in Conversant Essays : Contemporary Poets on Poetry (1990) edited by James McCorkle, p. 69

 * Every poet depends upon generations who wrote in his native tongue; he inherits styles and forms elaborated by those who lived before him. At the same time, though, he feels that those old means of expression are not adequate to his own experience.
 * Nobel lecture (8 December 1980)

 * What is this enigmatic impulse that does not allow one to settle down in the achieved, the finished? I think it is a quest for reality.
 * Nobel lecture (8 December 1980)

 * Only if we assume that a poet constantly strives to liberate himself from borrowed styles in search for reality, is he dangerous. In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot. And, alas, a temptation to pronounce it, similar to an acute itching, becomes an obsession which doesn't allow one to think of anything else. That is why a poet chooses internal or external exile. It is not certain, however, that he is motivated exclusively by his concern with actuality. He may also desire to free himself from it and elsewhere, in other countries, on other shores, to recover, at least for short moments, his true vocation — which is to contemplate Being.
 * Nobel lecture (8 December 1980)

 * During the thirty years I have spent abroad I have felt I was more privileged than my Western colleagues, whether writers or teachers of literature, for events both recent and long past took in my mind a sharply delineated, precise form. Western audiences confronted with poems or novels written in Poland, Czechoslovakia or Hungary, or with films produced there, possibly intuit a similarly sharpened consciousness, in a constant struggle against limitations imposed by censorship. Memory thus is our force, it protects us against a speech entwining upon itself like the ivy when it does not find a support on a tree or a wall.
 * Nobel lecture (8 December 1980)

Says he who after many years Returned to the city of his youth.''' There was no one left Of those who once walked these streets And now they had nothing, except his eyes. Stumbling, he walked and looked, instead of them, On the light they had loved, on the lilacs again in bloom.
 * '''It would be more decorous not to live. To live is not decorous,
 * "City of My Youth" (1984)

And every shame, every grief, every love.''' If ever we accede to enlightenment, He thought, it is in one compassionate moment When what separated them from me vanishes And a shower of drops from a bunch of lilacs Pours on my face, and hers, and his, at the same time.
 * '''Masculinity and femininity, elapsed, met in him
 * "City of My Youth" (1984)

The other side, beyond bird, mountain, sunset.'''
 * '''When I die, I will see the lining of the world.
 * "Meaning" (1991)

If a thrush on a branch is not a sign, But just a thrush on the branch? If night and day Make no sense following each other?
 * — And if there is no lining to the world?
 * "Meaning" (1991)

A word wakened by lips that perish, A tireless messenger who runs and runs Through interstellar fields, through the revolving galaxies, And calls out, protests, screams.
 * — Even if that is so, there will remain
 * "Meaning" (1991)

 * Evil grows and bears fruit, which is understandable, because it has logic and probability on its side and also, of course, strength. The resistance of tiny kernels of good, to which no one grants the power of causing far-reaching consequences, is entirely mysterious, however. Such seeming nothingness not only lasts but contains within itself enormous energy which is revealed gradually.
 * "If Only This Could Be Said" To Begin Where I Am: Selected Essays by Czesŀaw Miŀosz (2001) edited and translated by Bogdana Carpenter and Madeline G. Levine

A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net.'''
 * '''On the day the world ends
 * "A Song On the End of the World"

Are disappointed. And those who expected signs and archangels' trumps Do not believe it is happening now.'''
 * '''And those who expected lightning and thunder
 * "A Song On the End of the World"

Yet is not a prophet, for he's much too busy, Repeats while he binds his tomatoes: No other end of the world will there be, No other end of the world will there be.
 * Only a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet
 * "A Song On the End of the World"

But pure and generous words were forbidden''' Under so stiff a penalty that whoever dared to pronounce one Considered himself as a lost man.
 * '''We were permitted to shriek in the tongue of dwarfs and demons
 * "A Task"

and so you may think that I am only joking or that I've devised just one more means of praising Art with the help of irony.
 * It's true that what is morbid is highly valued today,
 * "Ars Poetica?"

helping us to bear our pain and misery.''' This, after all, is not quite the same as leafing through a thousand works fresh from psychiatric clinics. And yet the world is different from what it seems to be and we are other than how we see ourselves in our ravings.
 * '''There was a time when only wise books were read
 * "Ars Poetica?"

how difficult it is to remain just one person, for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors, and invisible guests come in and out at will.
 * The purpose of poetry is to remind us
 * "Ars Poetica?"

as '''poems should be written rarely and reluctantly, under unbearable duress and only with the hope that good spirits, not evil ones, choose us for their instrument.'''
 * What I'm saying here is not, I agree, poetry,
 * "Ars Poetica?"

wings, even existence. Yet I believe you, messengers.''' There, where the world is turned inside out, a heavy fabric embroidered with stars and beasts, you stroll, inspecting the trustworthy seams.
 * '''All was taken away from you: white dresses,
 * "On Angels"

but to me this does not sound convincing for humans invented themselves as well.'''
 * '''They say somebody has invented you
 * "On Angels"

and, what is strange, I understood more or less an order or an appeal in an unearthly tongue: another one do what you can.'''
 * I have heard that voice many a time when asleep
 * '''day draws near
 * "On Angels"

And to know such pretending is disgraceful. But what can I do? Suppose I suddenly screamed And started to prophesy. No one would hear me. Their screens and microphones are not for that.
 * All my life to pretend this world of theirs is mine
 * "Not Mine"

Three Winters (1936)

but I received strength, it tears the world apart. I shall break, a heavy wave, against its shores and a young wave will cover my trace.
 * I have no wisdom, no skills, and no faith
 * "Hymn" (1935), trans. by Czesŀaw Miŀosz

Rescue (1945)

Together and their legibility Disturbed, do you see that immortality Is not very different from the present And is for its sake. You pick a fragment Of grenade which pierced the body of a song On Daphnis and Chloe.
 * Only when two times, two forms are drawn
 * "A Book in the Ruins" (1941), trans. Renata Gorczynski and Robert Hass

Is torn so badly by the winds that hurt Real people, you who, in eternity, sing The hours, sun in your hair appearing And disappearing? How is that your breasts Are pierced by shrapnel, and the oak groves burn, While you, charmed, caring not at all, turn To run through forests of machinery and concrete And haunt us with the echoes of your feet?
 * — How is it, Chloe, that your pretty skirt
 * "A Book in the Ruins" (1941)

That the people of Rome or Warsaw Haggle, laugh, make love As they pass by martyrs' pyres.''' Someone else will read Of the passing of things human, Of the oblivion Born before the flames have died. But that day I thought only Of the loneliness of the dying, Of how, when Giordano Climbed to his burning '''There were no words In any human tongue To be left for mankind, Mankind who live on.'''
 * '''Someone will read as moral

Forgotten by the world, Our tongue becomes for them The language of an ancient planet. '''Until, when all is legend And many years have passed, On a great Campo di Fiori Rage will kindle at a poet's word.'''
 * Those dying here, the lonely
 * "Campo dei Fiori" (1943), trans. Louis Iribarne and David Brooks

The way one looks at distant things For you are only one thing among many.''' And whoever sees that way heals his heart, Without knowing it, from various ills — A bird and a tree say to him: Friend.
 * '''Love means to look at yourself
 * "The World": Love (1943), trans. Czesŀaw Miŀosz

Sleep, Romeo, Juliet, on your headrest of stone feathers. I won't raise your bound hands from the ashes. Let the cat visit the deserted cathedrals, its pupil flashing on the altars. Let an owl nest on the dead ogive.
 * I will neither resurrect the past nor return.
 * "Farewell" (1945), trans. Renata Gorczynski and Robert Hass

what grain will be saved? My son, believe me, nothing remains, Only adult toil, the furrow of fate in the palm. Only toil, Nothing more.
 * From life, from the apple cut by the flaming knife,
 * "Farewell" (1945)

Where the foot knocks against The unburied bones of kin? '''I hear voices, see smiles. I cannot Write anything'''; five hands Seize my pen and order me to write The story of their lives and deaths. '''Was I born to become a ritual mourner?''' I want to sing of festivities, The greenwood into which Shakespeare Often took me. '''Leave To poets a moment of happiness, Otherwise your world will perish.'''
 * How can I live in this country
 * "In Warsaw" (1945), trans. Czesŀaw Miŀosz, Robert Hass and Madeline Levine

To feed the dead who would come disguised as birds. I put this book here for you, who once lived So that you should visit us no more.
 * They used to pour millet on graves or poppy seeds
 * "Dedication" (1945), trans. Czesŀaw Miŀosz

The Captive Mind (1953)

 * As translated by Jane Zielonko (1990) Vintage ISBN 0-679-72856-2

 * It isn't pleasant to surrender to the hegemony of a nation which is still wild and primitive, and to concede the absolute superiority of its customs and institutions, science and technology, literature and art. Must one sacrifice so much in the name of the unity of mankind?
 * "The Pill of Murti-Bing" (1951), trans. Jane Zielonko

 * I have known many Christians — Poles, Frenchman, Spaniards — who were strict Stalinists in the field of politics but who retained certain inner reservations, believing God would make corrections once the bloody sentences of the all-mighties of History were carried out. They pushed their reasoning rather far. They argue that history develops according to immutable laws that exist by the will of God; one of these laws is the class struggle; the twentieth century marks the victory of the proletariat, which is led in its struggle by the Communist Party; Stalin, the leader of the Communist Party, fulfills the law of history or in other words acts by the will of God, therefore one must obey him. Mankind can be renewed only on the Russian pattern; that is why no Christian can oppose the one — cruel, it is true — idea which will create a new kind of man over the entire planet. Such reasoning is often used by clerics who are party tools. "Christ is a new man. The new man is a Soviet man. Therefore Christ is a Soviet man!" said Justinian Marina, the Rumanian patriarch.

 * Never has there been a close study of how necessary to a man are the experiences which we clumsily call aesthetic. Such experiences are associated with works of art for only an insignificant number of individuals. The majority find pleasure of an aesthetic nature in the mere fact of their existence within the stream of life. In the cities, the eye meets colorful store displays, the diversity of human types. Looking at passers-by, one can guess from their faces the story of their lives. This movement of the imagination when a man is walking through a crowd has an erotic tinge; his emotions are very close to physiological sensations.

 * What is the significance of the lives of the people he passes, of the senseless bustle, the laughter, the pursuit of money, the stupid animal diversions? By using a little intelligence he can easily classify the passers-by according to type; he can guess their social status, their habits and their preoccupations. A fleeting moment reveals their childhood, manhood, and old age, and then they vanish. A purely physiological study of one particular passer-by in preference to another is meaningless. If one penetrates into the minds of these people, one discovers utter nonsense. They are totally unaware of the fact that nothing is their own, that everything is part of their historical formation — their occupations, their clothes, their gestures and expressions, their beliefs and ideas. They are the force of inertia personified, victims of the delusion that each individual exists as a self. If at least these were souls, as the Church taught, or the monads of Leibnitz! But these beliefs have perished. What remains is an aversion to an atomized vision of life, to the mentality that isolates every phenomenon, such as eating, drinking, dressing, earning money, fornicating. And what is there beyond these things? Should such a state of affairs continue? Why should it continue? Such questions are almost synonymous with what is known as hatred of the bourgeoisie.

 * As long as a society's best minds were occupied by theological questions, it was possible to speak of a given religion as the way of thinking of the whole social organism. All the matters which most actively concerned the people were referred to it and discussed in its terms. But that belongs to a dying era. We have come by easy stages to a lack of a common system of thought that could unite the peasant cutting his hay, the student poring over formal logic, and the mechanic working in an automobile factory. Out of this lack arises the painful sense of detachment or abstraction that oppresses the "creators of culture."

 * Vulgarized knowledge characteristically gives birth to a feeling that everything is understandable and explained. It is like a system of bridges built over chasms. One can travel boldly ahead over these bridges, ignoring the chasms. It is forbidden to look down into them; but that, alas, does not alter the fact that they exist.

 * Undoubtedly, one comes closer to the truth when one sees history as the expression of the class struggle rather than a series of private quarrels among kings and nobles. But precisely because such an analysis of history comes closer to the truth, it is more dangerous. It gives the illusion of full knowledge; it supplies answers to all questions, answers which merely run around in a circle repeating a few formulas.

 * The pressure of an all-powerful totalitarian state creates an emotional tension in its citizens that determines their acts. When people are divided into "loyalists" and "criminals" a premium is placed on every type of conformist, coward, and hireling; whereas among the "criminals" one finds a singularly high percentage of people who are direct, sincere, and true to themselves.

 * The masses in highly industrialized countries like England, the United States, or France are largely de-Christianized. Technology, and the way of life it produces, undermines Christianity far more effectively than do violent measures.

 * It is impossible to communicate to people who have not experienced it the undefinable menace of total rationalism.

 * Whoever saw, as many did, a whole city reduced to rubble — kilometers of streets on which there remained no trace of life, not even a cat, not even a homeless dog — emerged with a rather ironic attitude toward descriptions of the hell of the big city by contemporary poets, descriptions of the hell in their own souls. A real "wasteland" is much more terrible than any imaginary one. Whoever has not dwelt in the midst of horror and dread cannot know how strongly a witness and participant protests against himself, against his own neglect and egoism. Destruction and suffering are the school of social thought.

 * Human material seems to have one major defect: it does not like to be considered merely as human material. It finds it hard to endure the feeling that it must resign itself to passive acceptance of changes introduced from above.

Daylight (1953)

Do not follow those who lie in contempt of reality. Let your lie be even more logical than the truth itself, So the weary travelers may find repose in the lie.
 * Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth.
 * "Child of Europe" (1946), trans. Jan Darowski

The dead will not rise to witness against him. You can accuse them of any deeds you like. Their reply will always be silence.''' Their empty faces swim out of the deep dark. You can fill them with any features desired. Proud of dominion over people long vanished, Change the past into your own, better likeness.
 * '''He who invokes history is always secure.
 * "Child of Europe" (1946)

In another time than man. He doesn't know a tree lives In another time than birds''' And will grow slowly Upward in a gray column Thinking with its roots Of the silver of underworld kingdoms.
 * '''He doesn't know birds live
 * "Birth" (1947), trans. Peter Dale Scott

Endures traced in sand A large-toed footprint Which clamors to be tried out By his childish foot arriving From the virgin forests.
 * Wherever he steps, there always
 * "Birth" (1947)

That, hardly spoken, loses its meaning, A perishable wall destroyed by flame, An echo of animal emotions.
 * For a country without a past is nothing, a word
 * "A Legend" (1949), trans. Czesŀaw Miŀosz and Robert Hass

King Popeil and Other Poems (1962)
An ax should not lose weight in his hand. His garden should smell of rotting apples And grow a fair amount of nettles.
 * A man should not love the moon.
 * "Should, Should Not" (1961), trans. Czesŀaw Miŀosz

He: That I was too politicized. And I answered him more or less as follows: If you have a nail in your shoe, what then? Do you love that nail? Same with me. I am for the moon amid the vineyards When you see high up the snow on the Alps.
 * Long into the night we were walking on the Piazza del Duomo.
 * "In Milan" (1955), trans. Czesŀaw Miŀosz and Robert Hass

Bobo's Metamorphosis (1965)

We camped under various stars, Where you dip water with a cup from a muddy river And slice your bread with a pocketknife. This is a place accepted, not chosen.
 * We are a poor people, much afflicted.
 * "It Was Winter" (1964), trans. Czesław Miłosz, Robert Hass, Robert Pinsky and Renata Gorczynski

Tiny, leaning on a stick. '''I pass a volcanic park, lie down at a spring, Not knowing how to express what is always and everywhere''': The earth I cling to is so solid Under my breast and belly that I feel grateful For every pebble, and I don't know whether It is my pulse or the earth's that I hear, When the hems of invisible silk vestments pass over me, Hands, wherever they have been, touch my arm, Or small laughter, once, long ago over wine, With lanterns in the magnolias, for my house is huge.
 * And here I am walking the eternal earth.
 * "It Was Winter" (1964), trans. Czesław Miłosz, Robert Hass, Robert Pinsky and Renata Gorczynski

The features of my face melt like a wax doll in the fire. And who can consent to see in the mirror the mere face of man?'''
 * '''Consciousness even in my sleep changes primary colors.
 * "Rivers Grow Small" (1963), trans. Czesław Miłosz

for there they were the bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh. I pitied them and myself, but this will not protect me. The word and the thought are over.
 * I liked beaches, swimming pools, and clinics
 * "They Will Place There Telescreens" (1964), trans. Czesŀaw Miŀosz

My face covered with a coat though now no one was left Of those who could have remembered my debts never paid, My shames not eternal, base deeds to be forgiven. And the city stood in its brightness when years later I returned.
 * And the city stood in its brightness when years later I returned,
 * "And the City Stood in Its Brightness" (1963), trans. Czesław Miłosz and Peter Dale Scott

City Without a Name (1969)

I tire easily, building the stairway of abstraction. Many a time I asked, you know it well, that the statue in church lift its hand, only once, just once, for me. But I understand that signs must be human, therefore call one man, anyone on earth, not me — after all I have some decency — and allow me, when I look at him, to marvel at you.
 * I am only a man: I need visible signs.
 * "Veni Creator" (1961), trans. Czesław Miłosz and Robert Pinsky

of the unreasonable, hating themselves even more than they hate other nations, a tongue of informers, a tongue of the confused, ill with their own innocence. But without you, who am I? Only a scholar in a distant country, a success, without fears and humiliations. Yes, who am I without you? Just a philosopher, like everyone else.
 * You are a tongue of the debased,
 * "My Faithful Mother Tongue" (1968), trans. Czesŀaw Miŀosz and Robert Pinsky

Uncollected Poems (1954-1969)

 * I was left behind with the immensity of existing things. A sponge, suffering because it cannot saturate itself; a river, suffering because reflections of clouds and trees are not clouds and trees.
 * "Esse" (1954), trans. Czesław Miłosz and Robert Pinsky

had to make our agony only more acute. We needed God loving us in our weakness and not in the glory of beatitude.
 * Greece had to lose, her pure consciousness
 * "To Raja Rao" (1969) (A poem written in English)

From the Rising of the Sun (1974)

From afar, from somewhere beyond the river, echoes of lingering voices And the unhurried sounds of a hammer gave joy not only to me. Before the five senses were opened, and earlier than any beginning They waited, ready, for all those who would call themselves mortals, So that they might praise, as I do, life, that is, happiness.
 * Leaves glowing in the sun, zealous hum of bumblebees,
 * "An Hour" (1972), trans. Czesŀaw Miłosz and Lillian Vallee

When we face only night, the ticking of a watch, the whistle of an express train, tell me Whether you really think that this world Is your home? That your internal planet That revolves, red-hot, propelled by the current Of your warm blood, is really in harmony With what surrounds you? Probably you know very well The bitter protest, every day, every hour, The scream that wells up, stifled by a smile, '''The feeling of a prisoner who touches a wall And knows that beyond it valleys spread, Oaks stand in summer splendor, a jay flies And a kingfisher changes a river to a marvel.'''
 * Tell me, as you would in the middle of the night
 * "An Appeal" (1954), trans. Czesław Miłosz and Robert Hass

Newtonian? A frozen prison? Or the lofty space of Einstein, the relation Between movement and movement? No reason to pretend I know. I don't know, and if I did, Still my imagination is a thousand years old.
 * And space, what it is like? Is it mechanical,
 * " An Appeal" (1954)

Hymn of the Pearl (1981)

One murky island with its barking seals Or a parched desert is enough To make us say: yes, oui, si.
 * Now I am not ashamed of my defeat.
 * "A Magic Mountain" (1975), trans. Czesław Miłosz and Lillian Vallee

 * If I am all mankind, are they themselves without me?
 * "Study of Loneliness" (1975), trans. Czesław Miłosz and Lillian Vallee

That had valiant armies, captains, and prophets, And wealthy ports and ships all over the seas.
 * The death of a man is like the fall of a mighty nation
 * "The Fall" (1975), trans. Czesław Miłosz and Lillian Vallee

 * When I curse Fate, it's not me, but the earth in me.
 * "Notes" (1978), trans. Czesław Miłosz and Lillian Vallee

 * A weak human mercy walks in the corridors of hospitals and is like a half-thawed winter.
 * "Before Majesty" (1978), trans. Czesław Miłosz and Robert Hass

With your meadows where dumb beasts Grazed before the deluge without lifting their heads? What have I to do with your implacable births? So why this gracious melancholia? Is it because anger is no use?
 * Earth, what have I to do with thee?
 * "A Portal" (1976), trans. Czesław Miłosz and Robert Hass

You are milk and honey and love and death and dance. From a spring in hidden grottoes, seeping from mossy rocks, Where a goddess pours live water from a pitcher, At clear streams in the meadow, where rills murmur underground, Your race and my race begin, and amazement, and quick passage.
 * Under various names, I have praised only you, rivers!
 * "Rivers" (1980), trans. Renata Gorczynski and Robert Hass

Forgotten, we are greeted by the embassies of the dead, While your endless flowing carries us on and on; And neither is nor was. The moment only, eternal.
 * We go down with the bells ringing in all the sunken cities.
 * "Rivers" (1980), trans. Renata Gorczynski and Robert Hass

Unattainable Earth (1986)

 * Our memory is childish and it saves only what we need.
 * "Yellow Bicycle," trans. Czesław Miłosz and Robert Hass

And ask what is man born of woman.''' He curls himself up and protects his head While he is kicked by heavy boots; on fire and running, He burns with bright flame; a bulldozer sweeps him into a clay pit. Her child. Embracing a teddy bear. Conceived in ecstasy.
 * '''I still think too much about the mothers
 * "Preparation," trans. Czesław Miłosz and Robert Hass

To present a report on it, but to whom I don't know.''' As if I were sent so that whatever takes place Has meaning because it changes into memory.
 * '''I think that I am here, on this earth,
 * "Consciousness," trans. Czesław Miłosz and Robert Hass

New Poems (1985-1987)
By its river. Listening to its birds.''' In its season: in summer, shortly after sunrise. I would get up and run to my thousand works And the garden was superterrestrial, owned by imagination.
 * '''How it should be in Heaven I know, for I was there.
 * "How It Should Be in Heaven" (1986), trans. Czesŀaw Miŀosz and Robert Hass

Where is time that both destroys and saves us? This is too difficult for me. Peace eternal Could have no mornings and no evenings, Such a deficiency speaks against it.
 * But where is our, dear to us, mortality?
 * "How It Should Be in Heaven" (1986), trans. Czesŀaw Miŀosz and Robert Hass

No more durable than old customs, family rituals, Christmas tinsel, and once a year the hilarity of carols.
 * I knew that I would speak in the language of the vanquished
 * "1945" (1985), trans. Czesław Miłosz and Robert Hass

Quotes about

 * I read the beautiful writing of Milosz when he says, especially his magnificent essays, that if he would not write in Polish, he wouldn't be who he is. And I think he kept his language as a way of keeping his Polish soul and his European soul and the World War II soul.
 * Marjorie Agosín Interview (2004)

 * [F]or us - writers and artists bringing original expression to politics and social issues at the end of this century where neither socialism nor capitalism has achieved justice and human fulfilment for all - Czeslaw Milosz has the rubric: "Ill at ease in the tyranny, ill at ease in the republic/In the one I longed for freedom, in the other for the end of corruption."
 * Nadine Gordimer "When Art Meets Politics" (1999)

title: Czesław Miłosz