Will Gluck
Will Gluck
Will Gluck is an American film director, film producer, screenwriter, songwriter, and composer...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionDirector
CountryUnited States of America
feelings mind great-things
The great thing is not having a mind. Feelings: oh, I have those; they govern me.
pain childhood
From the beginning of time, in childhood, I thought that pain meant I was not loved. It meant I loved.
moving writing doe
The master said you must write what you see / But what I see does not move me / The master answered Change what you see.
brother heart long-ago
The Red Poppy The great thing is not having a mind. Feelings: oh, I have those; they govern me. I have a lord in heaven called the sun, and open for him, showing him the fire of my own heart, fire like his presence. What could such glory be if not a heart? Oh my brothers and sisters, were you like me once, long ago, before you were human? Did you permit yourselves to open once, who would never open again? Because in truth I am speaking now the way you do. I speak because I am shattered.
writing unsaid great-power
The unsaid, for me, exerts great power...
taken numbness costumes
I had nothing and I was still changed. Like a costume, my numbness was taken away. Then hunger was added.
mother children sleep
Like a child, the earth's going to sleep, or so the story goes. But I'm not tired, it says. And the mother says, You may not be tired but I'm tired
children sadness light
I’m like the child who buries her head in the pillow so as not to see, the child who tells herself that light causes sadness—
winter thinking earth
I think I can remember being dead. Many times, in winter, I approached Zeus. Tell me, I would ask him, how can I endure the earth?
girl grief moving
Without thinking, I knelt in the grass, like someone meaning to pray. When I tried to stand again, I couldn't move, my legs were utterly rigid. Does grief change you like that? Through the birches, I could see the pond. The sun was cutting small white holes in the water. I got up finally; I walked down to the pond. I stood there, brushing the grass from my skirt, watching myself, like a girl after her first lover turning slowly at the bathroom mirror, naked, looking for a sign. But nakedness in women is always a pose. I was not transfigured. I would never be free.
able indifference hunger
I pretended indifference…even in the presence of love, in the presence of hunger. And the more deeply I felt, the less able I was to respond.
may lasts life-is
The advantage of poetry over life is that poetry, if it is sharp enough, may last.
vocabulary silence wish
I am attracted to ellipsis, to the unsaid, to suggestion, to eloquent, deliberate silence. The unsaid, for me, exerts great power: often I wish an entire poem could be made in this vocabulary. It is analogous to the unseen...
saws firsts certain
At first I saw you everywhere. Now only in certain things, at longer intervals.