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Good taste is the worst vice ever invented.
Edith Sitwell
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Edith Sitwell
Age: 77 †
Born: 1887
Born: September 7
Died: 1964
Died: December 9
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Scarborough
North Yorkshire
Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell
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As for the usefulness of poetry, its uses are many. It is the deification of reality. It should make our days holy to us. The poet should speak to all men, for a moment, of that other life of theirs that they have smothered and forgotten.
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My poems are hymns of praise to the glory of life.
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As for the usefulness of poetry, its uses are many. It is the deification of reality.
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The light would show (if it could harden) Eternities of kitchen garden
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Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.
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I wouldn't dream of following a fashion... how could one be a different person every three months?
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What is the special privilege of youth? It is, I think, the power of looking forward, the firm belief that the future holds something that is worth possessing, and that, therefore, one can let the present moment drop from one without regret and without fear.
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A great many people now reading and writing would be better employed keeping rabbits.
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It is hardly respectable to be good nowadays.
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it is as unseeing to ask what is the use of poetry as it would be to ask what is the use of religion.
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The living blind and seeing Dead together lie As if in love . . . There was no more hating then, And no more love Gone is the heart of Man.
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Vulgarity is, in reality, nothing but a modern, chic, pert descendant of the goddess Dullness.
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The poet is the complete lover of mankind.
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I have often wished I had time to cultivate modesty... but I am too busy thinking about myself.
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The public will believe anything, so long as it is not founded on truth.
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If one is a greyhound, why try to look like a Pekingese?
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I may say that I think greed about poetry is the only permissible greed - it is, indeed, unavoidable.
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Virginia Woolf's writing is no more than glamorous knitting. I believe she must have a pattern somewhere.
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The last faint spark In the self-murdered heart, the wounds of the sad uncomprehending dark, The wounds of the baited bear,-- The blind and weeping bear whom the keepers beat On his helpless flesh . . . the tears of the hunted hare.
Edith Sitwell
White as a winding sheet, Masks blowing down the street: Moscow, Paris London, Vienna - all are undone. The drums of death are mumbling, rumbling, and tumbling, Mumbling, rumbling, and tumbling, The world's floors are quaking, crumbling and breaking.
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