The Poet Does Not Know - Often

The Poet Does Not Know - Often He Will Never Know - Whom He Really Writes For.

The New Man Is Born Too Old To Tolerate The New World. The Present Conditions Of Life Have Not Yet Erased The Traces Of The Past. We Run Too Fast, But We Still Do Not Move Enough. He Looks But He Does Not Contemplate, He Sees But He Does Not Think.

The Most Dangerous Aspect Of Present-day Life Is The Dissolution Of The Feeling Of Individual Responsibility. Mass Solitude Has Done Away With Any Difference Between The Internal And The External, Between The Intellectual And The Physical.

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.

Narrative Art, The Novel, From Murasaki To Proust, Has Produced Great Works Of Poetry.