The poet's other readers are the ancient poets, who look upon the freshly written pages from an incorruptible distance. Their poetic forms are permanent, and it is difficult to create new forms which can approach them.
According to them, the poet is confined to the provinces with his mouth broken on his own syllabic trapeze.
The Resistance is a moral certainty, not a poetic one. The true poet never uses words in order to punish someone. His judgment belongs to a creative order; it is not formulated as a prophetic scripture.
Even a polemic has some justification if one considers that my own first poetic experiments began during a dictatorship and mark the origin of the Hermetic movement.
After the turbulence of death, moral principles and even religious proofs are called into question.
A poet clings to his own tradition and avoids internationalism.
