It Is In Front Of The The

The Flesh Is Sad, Alas, And I Have Read All The Books.

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

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

The World Exists To End Up In A Book.

The World Was Made In Order To Result In A Beautiful Book.