Good music resembles something. It resembles the composer.

Continue reading Proust. His magnificent intelligence is particularly fond of describing stupidity. Which is ultimately exhausting.

My method is simple: not to bother about poetry. It must come of its own accord. Merely whispering its name drives it away.

In Paris, everybody wants to be an actor; nobody is content to be a spectator.

I have a piece of great and sad news to tell you: I am dead.

Every poem is a coat of arms. It must be deciphered. How much blood, how many tears in exchange for these axes, these muzzles, these unicorns, these torches, these towers, these martlets, these seedlings of stars and these fields of blue!

A true photographer is as rare as a true poet or a true painter.