Paint, Not The Thing But The Effect

All Thoughts Emit A Throw Of Dice

The Poetic Act Consists Of Suddenly Seeing That An Idea Splits Up Into A Number Of Equal Motifs And Of Grouping Them; They Rhyme.

Poetry Is The Language Of A State Of Crisis.

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

Paint, Not The Thing But The Effect Which It Produces.