Glyn Maxwell
Born
in Welwyn Garden City, The United Kingdom
November 07, 1962
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On Poetry
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published
2011
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12 editions
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Drinks With Dead Poets
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Pluto
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published
2013
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5 editions
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Time's Fool: A Tale in Verse
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published
2000
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7 editions
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How The Hell Are You?
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The Sugar Mile
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The Nerve: Poems – A Haunting and Powerful Collection Exploring the Strangeness and Splendor of American Life and Legend
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published
2002
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4 editions
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The Breakage: Poems
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published
1999
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6 editions
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The Girl Who Was Going to Die
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published
2008
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5 editions
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Hide Now
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published
2008
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7 editions
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“Sundays, like a stanza break
Or shower's end of all applause,
For some old unexplaining sake
The optimistic tread these shores,
As lonely as the dead awake
Or God among the dinosaurs.”
― The Boys at Twilight: Poems, 1990-1995
Or shower's end of all applause,
For some old unexplaining sake
The optimistic tread these shores,
As lonely as the dead awake
Or God among the dinosaurs.”
― The Boys at Twilight: Poems, 1990-1995
“Everything is someone. Colours, cutlery, capital letters. A's complacent, B indignant, C tricky, D worthy, I can't help this, never could. The hot tap thinks the cold two's common, the cold tap thinks the hot tap's precious. I back out of my small bathroom peacemaking - you're both right for pete's sake - my fingers are clannish brothers with a secret, my toes a mum and her babies, my slippers hush me: pipe down they're trying to sleep, and yet the void's a void? Perhaps that's all humans do, fill the space with folks to meet... my own heart let me have more pity on...”
― Drinks with Dead Poets: The Autumn Term
― Drinks with Dead Poets: The Autumn Term
“The other half of everything for the songwriters is music. For the poets it’s silence, the space, the whiteness. Music for them – and silence for us – does the work of time. I think our gig is harder. Their enemy reaches out, plays chords, goes hey we could be friends if you play your cards right. Our enemy simply waits, like it knows the arts of war. Songs are strung upon sounds, poems upon silence. Songwriters stir up a living tradition, poets make flowers grow in air. Bob Dylan and John Keats are at different work. It would be nice never to be asked about this again. *”
― On Poetry
― On Poetry
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