The poet does not know - often he will never know - whom he really writes for.

Art is the production of objects for consumption, to be used and discarded while waiting for a new world in which man will have succeeded in freeing himself of everything, even of his own consciousness.

Holidays - Have no pity.

The real history, the one that counts and is not to be found in books, is precisely this one, the one made by simple men; and it is the only one that rules the world.

Poetry is the art which is technically within the grasp of everyone: a piece of paper and a pencil and one is ready.

There is also poetry written to be shouted in a square in front of an enthusiastic crowd. This occurs especially in countries where authoritarian regimes are in power.

Against the dark background of this contemporary civilization of well-being, even the arts tend to mingle, to lose their identity.