Ordinary language is all right.
One could divide humanity into two classes:
those who master a metaphor, and those who hold by a formula.
Those with a bent for both are too few, they do not comprise a class.
'These are days when no one should rely unduly on his "competence." Strength lies in improvisation. All the decisive blows are struck left-handed.'
'Quotations in my work are like wayside robbers who leap out, armed, and relieve the idle stroller of his conviction.'
'First principle of wooing: to make oneself sevenfold; to place oneself sevenfold about the woman who is desired.'
'To be happy is to be able to become aware of oneself without fright.'
'My feelings about you are now those of anger and indignation; and they enable me to tell you a lot of things straight from the shoulder, without my usual tongue tied round-aboutness.
You might as well take all your own literature and everyone else's and toss it into one of those big garbage trucks of the Sanitation Department, so long as the people with the top-cream minds and the "finer" sensibilities use those minds and sensibilities not to make themselves more humane human beings than the average person, but merely as a means of ducking responsibility toward a better understanding of their fellow men, except theoretically - which doesn't mean a God damned thing.'
Love is no comforter, rather a nail in the skull
Bellona Times on Louis Zukofsky, or more appropriately, on Zukofsky criticism particularly in relation to 80 Flowers.
See! Am on a stoop!
Miss Gaw brings tears to my eyes tonight. And I don't even like Wallace Stevens.