The heroes of the present will retreat to the imitation they are anyhow.

I'm trying to climb up both walls at once.

All that matters is that the thing be the thing of the thing.

I'm sorry, but I was born with a towel on my head.

The poem, for me, is simply the first sound realized in the modality of being.

You can read everybody. It's not even interesting to tell the truth because to some extent it's false.

Fact is based upon vulgar matter.