Man is able to do what he is unable to imagine. His head trails a wake through the galaxy of the absurd.
A poet should leave traces of his passage, not proofs. Traces alone engender dreams.
Each act is virgin, even the repeated ones.
What can be seductive about the eternal nothing is that the finest day is indifferently this one or any other like it.
What comes into the world to disturb nothing merits neither attention nor patience
Develop your legitimate strangeness.