Attributed No Source Quotes

“Saying nothing must be saying something.”
― Gordon Roddick

“Climate change is a symptom of our lack of care in handling our relationship with the environment.”
― Gordon Roddick

“Resources should be the entitlement of all of us: health, education, housing, and the fair distribution of energy sources.”
― Gordon Roddick

“There is a growing gap between short-term gain and profit and long-term consequences.”
― Gordon Roddick

“It's all about measuring innovation and nothing about innovation itself.”
― Gordon Roddick

“Only make clean energy.”
― Gordon Roddick

“Let us create a city where neither the choice of religion nor the accident of colour is an obstacle to opportunity and advancement, not a substitute for effort and ability.”
― Gordon Roddick

“How can we not play their game?”
― Gordon Roddick

“Someone once asked me which of my senses I would prefer not to lose. I said, “My sense of humour.”
― Gordon Roddick

“We’re trying to help build a society that needs a lot less and laughs a lot more.”
― Gordon Roddick

“Don’t talk bollocks.”
― Gordon Roddick

“Passion is not something you can teach.”
― Gordon Roddick

“Passion is the master of all disciplines.”
― Gordon Roddick

“Passion is always attractive.”
― Gordon Roddick

“Passion is one of the prime motivators and the best in the field of all the various disciplines.”
― Gordon Roddick

“Build moral integrity where none previously existed. It's not hard to know where to begin. Here. Just light.”
― Gordon Roddick

“Introspection

I suffer from
the lack
of intense
introspection
inspection
of an exhausting
experience -
lack as opposed to
surfeit -
a surfeit of compensation
overeating
overdrinking
overserved
over and out
it's always my shout”
― Gordon Roddick

“The hunger of love, the need of the two bodies, the sexual madness, fury ecstasy subsides and the afterglow of warm love and satisfaction, yes, all this and more, far more, there is pain and hurt, jealousy, anger and nearly hatred but all this is worth it by far.”
― Gordon Roddick

“Inspection No 1

In the underdown
Of my mind,
Find crack of secrets
Cellar damp,
And in their naked
Fact Unequal
To the moulded fur
Of expectation
In which they simmer.
This summer I will
Usher them out in pairs
To do a writing dance
Of drying death
Then toss amongst
My memories to
Find some curling more.”
― Gordon Roddick

“Dephile
 
De-soul me
Here in my
Desolation
Take away
The spark
That fires
The arteries
That drives
The mind
That charges
The fingertips
Compute me
Count me
Then tuck fuck me
Away in
Your green
Locked box.”
― Gordon Roddick

“I shall say nothing
Of my insanity,
Which is that which
Keeps me sane.”
― Gordon Roddick

“Perpetual
uncertainty
and excitement,
except
the rate of
change – you could expect tomorrow
whatever you had done today.”
― Gordon Roddick

“I am the
Galloping
Cowboy
On the
Hard-earned
Horse”
― Gordon Roddick

“Now I understand the silence,
Now that he told me
That you had passed by,
He told me it was four months
That you had clamoured about me,
It’s sad that I didn’t realise
That it was you.

He said that in the fourth month,
I had confided that you had clamoured
For my understanding, that you had
Only wanted to pluck out my entrails
And examine them, that you wanted my life,
He says you went away bearing my child.

Now I understand this silence,
It would be wrong to say how sorry I am
That I could not give you myself,
It would be wrong to say sorry that I
Could not give you the kind of life you need.”
― Gordon Roddick

“Goddammit.”
― Gordon Roddick

“In a gap
And quite by accident,
I found insanity.”
― Gordon Roddick

“Crux: Something that occasions difficulty.

Shed me a tear!
For I am wrought
Upon your crossed arms
Stretched tight
Like the gutted deer.
Chaliced
In your double-lip
I no longer hear
the sounds.”
― Gordon Roddick

“I call him “Old Bold-Stones”

Within a ribbed structure built not unlike a cage
Yet, not having the same quality of confinement,
The open box of the day was lying
Lid unhinged to a swing of
mourning whales
all dressed in widowhoods.
Sunset's blood threw a spotted sop –
That kaleidoscope in the spout
Of the great sperm-son's vent.

Come, crash me thunderdown.
Come, flash me whipplecrack.

Wave winged
Sweat wet.
Frond weed.
Pondweed.
And as thunderdown of policemen
Shouting the empty place neath
The arches of the once-red now
Brown, grey sandstone bridge,
Trout with a suspicion of feet
lurking quiet in unseen spaces
between frond weed and bold stones.”
― Gordon Roddick

“Why this compulsion to keep on interfering, worrying, wanting things in neat and compulsive boxes – dream on fuckguts, it’s not going to happen. ”
― Gordon Roddick

“Who has stolen my pen?”
― Gordon Roddick