Poetry Is The Language Of A State

It Is The Job Of Poetry To Clean Up Our Word-clogged Reality By Creating Silences Around Things.

Every Soul Is A Melody Which Needs Renewing.

As For Me, Poetry Takes The Place Of Love, Because It Is Enamored Of Itself, And Because This Self-lust Has A Delightful Dying Fall In My Soul.

It Is In Front Of The The Paper That The Artist Creates Himself.

The Reproach That Superficial People Formulate Against Manet, That Whereas Once He Painted Ugliness, Now He Paints Vulgarity, Falls Harmlessly To The Ground, When We Recognize The Fact That He Paints The Truth.