Writing is primarily a sensuous and creative expression of life.
It was the bumble bee and the butterfly who survived, not the dinosaur.
The body repeats the landscape. They are the source of each other and create each other.
An abyss seems to have opened between the intellectual cosmopolites of culture and the people, hungry for word and meaning.
Human history is work history. The heroes of the people are work heroes.
The history of an oppressed people is hidden in the lies and the agreed myth of its conquerors.