Many Of Today's Verses Are Prose And

For My Part, If I Consider Poetry As An Object, I Maintain That It Is Born Of The Necessity Of Adding A Vocal Sound (speech) To The Hammering Of The First Tribal Music.

It Has Often Been Observed That The Repercussion Of Poetic Language On Prose Language Can Be Considered A Decisive Cut Of A Whip.

Today Not Even A Universal Fire Could Make The Torrential Poetic Production Of Our Time Disappear. But It Is Exactly A Question Of Production, That Is, Of Hand-made Products Which Are Subject To The Laws Of Taste And Fashion.

Mass Communication, Radio, And Especially Television, Have Attempted, Not Without Success, To Annihilate Every Possibility Of Solitude And Reflection.

I Have Been Judged To Be A Pessimist But What Abyss Of Ignorance And Low Egoism Is Not Hidden In One Who Thinks That Man Is The God Of Himself And That His Future Can Only Be Triumphant?