Quotes by Molly Peacock

...prose unfolds in time; and time contains both obstacles and revelations. Prose develops, the way characters and situations do. It requires a flow. A poem is an instant, lightning across the sky. Prose is before the storm, the storm, after the storm.

Is being burnt a requisite for the making of art? Personally, I dont think it is. But art is poultice for a burn. It is a privilege to have, somewhere within you, a capacity for making something speak from your own seared experience.

But if a role model in her seventies isnt layered with contradictions - as we all come to be - then what good is she? Why bother to cut the silhouette of anothers existence and place it against our own if it isnt as incongruous, ambiguous, inconsistent, and paradoxical as our own lives are?