Quotes by John Geddes

...some nights Id sneak out and listen to the radio in my Dads old Chevy - children need solitude - they dont teach that in school...

...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...

...no good writing flows from a polluted well - you can write about monsters, but you cant be one...

...I dont just wish you rain, Beloved - I wish you the beauty of storms...

...true love is an irrevocable act - you can only give your heart away once - after that, you give as much as you have left ...

...I retreat into my fictional world where everything makes sense - but even there I cant even control what people do...

...wherever there is society, there is authority and the temptation to disobedience because our individual wills refuse to submit...

...you think so logically...like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically...like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth...

...you fantasize about me reading my poems to you - it doesnt work that way - I write down everything later - living is not an after-thought...

... heres what I believe - sometimes God has a Plan B...

you cannot teach art—you cannot make a soul

after life has broken you open, perhaps you may create art

...if you always move in certainty, your writing will be flat - creativity is a rugged terrain...

...is worship too strong a word? yes, I worship you - to worship is to give worth to something – isn’t that what love is all about?...

...art is weaker than life - in the end I have a bag of letters to scrabble into order - rune tiles to cast my fate...

...how are you sacred to me? your lines are golden threads - your patter, my patten - I explore the liturgy of your words...

...being with you was so easy and natural - there was no strain - I never had to guard my words...

...all this time Ive been worshiping you - when other men wanted to kiss you, Ive been offering the praise of my lips...

...you know I wanted a Madonna, not a whore - I made you sacred offering you my words...

...words are so strong and I am so timid - my soul ignores warnings and I end up covered with your paint ...