Every Authentic Poem Contributes To The Labour

Hope Is A Contraband Passed From Hand To Hand And Story To Story.

Publicity Is The Life Of This Culture - In So Far As Without Publicity Capitalism Could Not Survive - And At The Same Time Publicity Is Its Dream.

Every Authentic Poem Contributes To The Labor Of Poetry... To Bring Together What Life Has Separated Or Violence Has Torn Apart... Poetry Can Repair No Loss, But It Defies The Space Which Separates. And It Does This By Its Continual Labor Of Reassembling What Has Been Scattered.

All Publicity Works Upon Anxiety.

The Heart Of Paris Is Like Nothing So Much As The Unending Interior Of A House. Buildings Become Furniture, Courtyards Become Carpets And Arrases, The Streets Are Like Galleries, The Boulevards Conservatories. It Is A House, One Or Two Centuries Old, Rich, Bourgeois, Distinguished. The Only Way Of Going Out, Or Shutting The Door Behind You, Is To Leave The Centre.