Living Is A Horizontal Fall.

The Poet Is A Liar Who Always Speaks The Truth.

The Job Of The Poet (a Job Which Can't Be Learned) Consists Of Placing Those Objects Of The Visible World Which Have Become Invisible Due To The Glue Of Habit, In An Unusual Position Which Strikes The Soul And Gives Them A Tragic Force.

The Only Way To Kill Death Is Through Photography.

History Is A Combination Of Reality And Lies. The Reality Of History Becomes A Lie. The Unreality Of The Fable Becomes The Truth.

The Skin Of All Of Us Is Responsive To Gypsy Songs And Military Marches.