I fell in love with social work, and that was my undoing as a poet.
Today self-consciousness no longer means anything but reflection on the ego as embarrassment, as realization of impotence: knowing that one is nothing.
Our duties and responsibilities as human beings must be shown to be so incontrovertible that even atheists must recognize them. There are ultimate taboos.
Once the last trace of emotion has been eradicated, nothing remains of thought but absolute tautology.
Technology is making gestures precise and brutal, and with them men.
Modern theory is about objects lower than man; even stars, being common things, are lower than man.
The recent past always presents itself as if destroyed by catastrophes.
Happiness is obsolete: uneconomic.
The Odyssey is the story of someone who, in the course of diverse experiences, acquires a personality or affirms and recovers his personality.
Truth is inseperable from the illusory belief that from the figures of the unreal one day, in spite of all, real deliverance will come.