Poets have the gift to speak for others, Vasko Popa had the very rare quality of hearing the others.

Man, even man debased by the neocapitalism and pseudosocialism of our time, is a marvelous being because he sometimes speaks. Language is the mark, the sign, not of his fall but of his original innocence. Through the Word we may regain the lost kingdom and recover powers we possessed in the far-distant past.

Poetry is not truth, it is the resurrection of presences.

Loving means getting rid of names.

Every moment is nothing without end.

Deserve your dream.

Writers, you know, are the beggars of Western society.