When we learn to speak, we learn to translate.
Horror immobolizes us because it is made of contradictory feelings: fear and seduction, repulsion and attraction. Horror is a fascination...Horror is immobility, the great yawn of empty space, the wom...
Every text is unique and, at the same time, it is the translation of another text. No text is entirely original because language itself, in its essence, is already a translation: firstly, of the non-v...
Contemporary man has rationalized the myths but he has not been able to destroy them.
Poetry is the experience of liberty. The poet risks himself, chances all on the poem's all with each verse he writes.
Wisdom lies neither in fixity nor in change, but in the dialectic between the two. A constant coming and going: wisdom lies in the momentary.
The idea of modernity is beginning to lose its vitality. It is losing it because modernity is no longer a critical attitude but an accepted, codified convention.
To read a poem is to hear it with our eyes to hear it is to see it with our ears.
Poetry, whatever the manifest content of the poem, is always a violation of the rationalism and morality of bourgeois society.
Wisdom lies neither in fixity nor in change, but in the dialectic between the two.
The object of poetic activity is essentially language: whatever his beliefs & convictions, the poet is more concerned with words than what these words designate.
Art is an invention of aesthetics, which in turn is an invention of philosophers... What we call art is a game.
No one is alone, and each change here brings about another change there.
Any reflection about poetry should begin, or end, with this question: who and how many read poetry books?
Writers, you know, are the beggars of Western society.
Technology is neutral and sterile. Now, technology is the nature of modern man; it is our environment and our horizon. Of course, every work of man is a negation of nature, but at the same time, it is...
Surrealism is not a poetry but a poetics, and even more, and more decisively, a world vision.
Deserve your dream.
CodaPerhaps to love is to learnto walk through this world.To learn to be silentlike the oak and the linden of the fable.To learn to see.Your glance scattered seeds.It planted a tree. I talkbecause you...
Literature is the expression of a feeling of deprivation, a recourse against a sense of something missing. But the contrary is also true: language is what makes us human. It is a recourse against the...