As for me, Poetry takes the place of love, because it is enamored of itself, and because this self-lust has a delightful dying fall in my soul.
It is in front of the the paper that the artist creates himself.
The flesh is sad, alas, and I have read all the books.
It is the job of poetry to clean up our word-clogged reality by creating silences around things.
You don't make a poem with ideas, but with words.
The pure work implies the disappearance of the poet as speaker, who hands over to the words.