Too Many Lives Are Needed To Make

Art Is The Production Of Objects For Consumption, To Be Used And Discarded While Waiting For A New World In Which Man Will Have Succeeded In Freeing Himself Of Everything, Even Of His Own Consciousness.

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

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.

But Poets Were Not Considered Dangerous And They Were Advised To Exercise Self-censorship. At Most, Poets Were Requested Not To Write At All. I Took Advantage Of This Negative Liberty.

Happiness, For You We Walk On A Knife Edge. To The Eyes You Are A Flickering Light, To The Feet, Thin Ice That Cracks; And So May No One Touch You Who Loves You.