The Flesh Is Sad, Alas, And I

To Define Is To Kill. To Suggest Is To Create.

Poetry Is The Language Of A State Of Crisis.

The Pure Work Implies The Disappearance Of The Poet As Speaker, Who Hands Over To The Words.

In A Museum In London There Is An Exhibit Called "the Value Of Man": A Long Coffinlike Box With Lots Of Compartments Where They've Put Starch Phosphorus Flour Bottles Of Water And Alcohol And Big Pieces Of Gelatin. I Am A Man Like That.

You Don't Make A Poem With Ideas, But With Words.