Monday, December 23, 2013

Poetry appears when language is being deconstructive.

Paul Celan knew his fate in German not in Germany.

American wisdom plays on current folly.

Genius combines old genes with a new genre.

Today's musicians must be soundproof.

Justice inspires an orator, injustice inspires a dictator.

Sects divide, sex multiplies.

Apollo or Dionysus, Dostoyevsky or Tolstoy, Bialik or Tchernichovsky,

Proust or Gide, Austen or Eliot.

Everyone wants originals.

Runaway rarely carry mirrors.

Love is always wounded.

Revelation has its God from its seed, revolution plants its roots with
other gods.

Never fall in love, go to the opera, read Shakespeare or publish a line before you are thirty.

What one loves for one lives for.




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