Man Cannot Produce A Single Work Without

Against The Dark Background Of This Contemporary Civilization Of Well-being, Even The Arts Tend To Mingle, To Lose Their Identity.

The Real History, The One That Counts And Is Not To Be Found In Books, Is Precisely This One, The One Made By Simple Men; And It Is The Only One That Rules The World.

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.

Poetry Is The Art Which Is Technically Within The Grasp Of Everyone: A Piece Of Paper And A Pencil And One Is Ready.

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.