Holidays - Have no pity.
Against the dark background of this contemporary civilization of well-being, even the arts tend to mingle, to lose their identity.
Evidently the arts, all the visual arts, are becoming more democratic in the worst sense of the word.
Many of today's verses are prose and bad prose.
The poet does not know - often he will never know - whom he really writes for.
For my part, if I consider poetry as an object, I maintain that it is born of the necessity of adding a vocal sound (speech) to the hammering of the first tribal music.