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Fleur Adcock Quotes

Art's whatever you choose to frame.

Art's whatever you choose to frame.

Fleur Adcock
Art, You Choose
Fleur Adcock (2000). “Poems 1960-2000”, Bloodaxe Books Limited

You have to listen to your own voice. Not your heart, not your instincts, not any of that self-permissive psycho-babble stuff. No, none of that. If it was just about instincts and bright ideas it wouldn't need to be a voice. It's about words. You hear them, read them, then you write. But mostly read. Read the bloody poems.

Fleur Adcock
Writing, Heart, Self

Poetry is a search for ways of communication; it must be conducted with openness, flexibility, and a constant readiness to listen.

Fleur Adcock
Communication, Poetry, Way

I write in praise of the solitary act: of not feeling a trespassing tongue forced into one's mouth, one's breath smothered, nipples crushed against the ribcage, and that metallic tingling in the chin set off by a certain odd nerve: unpleasure.

Fleur Adcock
Writing, Solitude, Feelings
Fleur Adcock (2000). “Poems 1960-2000”, Bloodaxe Books Limited

There are worse things than having behaved foolishly in public. There are worse things than these miniature betrayals, committed or endured or suspected; there are worse things than not being able to sleep for thinking about them. It is 5 a.m. All the worse things come stalking in and stand icily about the bed looking worse and worse and worse.

Fleur Adcock
Betrayal, Sleep, Insomnia
Fleur Adcock (2000). “Poems 1960-2000”, Bloodaxe Books Limited

Somehow we manage it: to like our friends, to tolerate not only their little ways but their huge neuroses, their monumental oddness: "Oh well," we smile, "it's one of his funny days."

Fleur Adcock
Neurosis, Littles, Way
Fleur Adcock (2000). “Poems 1960-2000”, Bloodaxe Books Limited

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