There are fairy stories to be written for adults. Stories that are still in a green state.

It is the whole modern concept of love which should be re-examined, such as is commonly but transparently expressed in phrases like 'love at first sight' and 'honeymoon'. All this shoddy terminology is on top of that tainted with the most reactionary irony.

The imaginary is what tends to become real.

When will the arbitrary be granted the place it deserves in the formation of works and ideas?

I love you on the surface of seas Red like the egg when it is green

Past and future monopolize the poet’s sensory and intellectual faculties, detached from the immediate spectacle. These two philtres become utterly clear the moment one stops being hypnotized by the cloudy precipitate constituted by the world of today.

For me, the single word "God" suggests everything that is slippery, shady, squalid, foul, and grotesque.