One can hear all that's going on in the street. Which means that from the street one can hear what's going on in this house.

Anyone who knows a strange fact shares in its singularity.

One can hear all that's going on in the street. Which means that from the street one can hear what's going on in this house.

Ah those knock-out body fluids: blood, sperm, tears!

Poetry is the break (or rather the meeting at the breaking point) between the visible and the invisible.

There is a close relationship between flowers and convicts. The fragility and delicacy of the former are of the same nature as the brutal insensitivity of the latter.

Limited by the world, which I oppose, jagged by it, I shall be all the more handsome and sparkling as the angles which wound me and give me shape are more acute and the jagging more cruel.