{"author":"Edith Sitwell","author_id":"Edith+Sitwell","total_quotes":20,"quotes":[{"text":"I wish the government would put a tax on pianos for the incompetent.","author":"Edith Sitwell","tags":["humor","music","piano"],"id":15565,"author_id":"Edith+Sitwell"},{"text":"I am not eccentric. It's just that I am more alive than most people. I am an unpopular electric eel set in a pond of catfish.","author":"Edith Sitwell","tags":["catfish","eccentricity","eels","fish","individuality"],"id":17015,"author_id":"Edith+Sitwell"},{"text":"Poetry ennobles the heart and the eyes  and unveils the meaning of all things upon which the heart and the eyes dwell. It discovers the secret rays of the universe  and restores to us forgotten paradises.","author":"Edith Sitwell","tags":["applause"],"id":21870,"author_id":"Edith+Sitwell"},{"text":"My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music, and silence.","author":"Edith Sitwell","tags":["hobbies","music","reading","silence"],"id":97941,"author_id":"Edith+Sitwell"},{"text":"Your soul: pure glucose edged with hintsOf tentative and half-soiled tints.","author":"Edith Sitwell","tags":["poem","portrait-of-a-barmaid"],"id":119981,"author_id":"Edith+Sitwell"},{"text":"Solo For Ear-Trumpet The carriage brushes through the brightLeaves (violent jets from life to light);Strong polished speed is plunging, heavesBetween the showers of bright hot leavesThe window-glasses glaze our facesAnd jar them to the very basis — But they could never put a polishUpon my manners or abolishMy most distinct disinclinationFor calling on a rich relation!In her house — (bulwark built betweenThe life man lives and visions seen) — The sunlight hiccups white as chalk,Grown drunk with emptiness of talk,And silence hisses like a snake — Invertebrate and rattling ache….Then suddenly EternityDrowns all the houses like a seaAnd down the street the Trump of DoomBlares madly — shakes the drawing-roomWhere raw-edged shadows sting forlornAs dank dark nettles. Down the hornOf her ear-trumpet I conveyThe news that 'It is Judgment Day!''Speak louder: I don't catch, my dear.'I roared: 'It is the Trump we hear!''The What?' 'THE TRUMP!' 'I shall complain!…. The boy-scouts practising again.","author":"Edith Sitwell","tags":["poem"],"id":128232,"author_id":"Edith+Sitwell"},{"text":"A great many people now reading and writing would be better employed in keeping rabbits.","author":"Edith Sitwell","tags":["writers","writing"],"id":129646,"author_id":"Edith+Sitwell"},{"text":"The fusty showman fumbles, must Fit in a particle of dustThe universe, for fear it gainIts freedom from my cube of brain.Yet dust bears seeds that grow to graceBehind my crude-striped wooden faceAs I, a puppet tinsel-pinkLeap on my springs, learn how to think—Till like the trembling golden stalkOf some long-petalled star, I walkThrough the dark heavens, and the dewFalls on my eyes and sense thrills through.","author":"Edith Sitwell","tags":["at-the-fair","poem","springing-jack"],"id":171965,"author_id":"Edith+Sitwell"},{"text":"Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.","author":"Edith Sitwell","tags":["comfort","home","winter"],"id":206654,"author_id":"Edith+Sitwell"},{"text":"I am dying  but otherwise I am quite well.","author":"Edith Sitwell","tags":["positive"],"id":213578,"author_id":"Edith+Sitwell"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":20,"pages":2,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}