And New York is the most beautiful city in the world? It is not far from it. No urban night is like the night there... Squares after squares of flame, set up and cut into the aether. Here is our poetry, for we have pulled down the stars to our will.
Music begins to atrophy when it departs too far from the dance... poetry begins to atrophy when it gets too far from music.
A slave is one who waits for someone to come and free him.
The modern artist must live by craft and violence. His gods are violent gods. Those artists, so called, whose work does not show this strife, are uninteresting.
A great age of literature is perhaps always a great age of translations.
Religion, oh, just another of those numerous failures resulting from an attempt to popularize art.
