The Lover's Fatal Identity Is Precisely This:

Literature Is That Which He Can Not Read Without Pain, Without Choking On Truth.

To Whom Could I Put This Question (with Any Hope Of An Answer)? Does Being Able To Live Without Someone You Loved Mean You Loved Her Less Than You Thought...?

…the Book Creates Meaning, The Meaning Creates Life.

What I Claim Is To Live To The Full The Contradiction Of My Time, Which May Well Make Sarcasm The Condition Of Truth.

Contemporary Poetry ... Tries To Transform The Sign Back Into Meaning: Its Ideal, Ultimately, Would Be To Reach Not The Meaning Of Words, But The Meaning Of Things Themselves. This Is Why It Clouds The Language, Increases As Much As It Can The Abstractness Of The Concept And The Arbitrariness Of The Sign And Stretches To The Limit The Link Between Signifier And Signified.