Childhood Is Over The Moment Things Are

I Just Can't Get Used To Life.

To Tear Ourselves Away From The Everyday, From Habit, From Mental Laziness Which Hides From Us The Strangeness Of Reality, We Must Receive Something Like A Real Bludgeon Blow.

All Cats Die. Socrates Is Dead. Therefore Socrates Is A Cat.

The Poet Cannot Invent New Words Every Time, Of Course. He Uses The Words Of The Tribe. But The Handling Of The Word, The Accent, A New Articulation, Renew Them.

Nothing Makes Me More Pessimistic Than The Obligation Not To Be Pessimistic.