Poetry is perhaps this: an Atemwende, a turning of our breath. Who knows, perhaps poetry goes its wayโthe way of artโfor the sake of just such a turn? And since the strange, the abyss and Medusaโs head, the abyss and the automaton, all seem to lie in the same directionโis it perhaps this turn, this Atemwende, which can sort out the strange from the strange? It is perhaps here, in this one brief moment, that Medusaโs head shrivels and the automaton runs down? Perhaps, along with the I, estranged and freed here, in this manner, some other thing is also set free?
Paul CelanDon't sign your name between worlds, surmount the manifold of meanings, trust the tearstain, learn to live.
Paul CelanThere's nothing in the world for which a poet will give up writing, not even he is a Jew and the language of his poems is German.
Paul Celan