Paris, I Believe, Is A Man In

One Can Say Of Language That It Is Potentially The Only Human Home, The Only Dwelling Place That Cannot Be Hostile To Man.

In The Modern World, In Which Thousands Of People Are Dying Every Hour As A Consequence Of Politics, No Writing Anywhere Can Begin To Be Credible Unless It Is Informed By Political Awareness And Principles. Writers Who Have Neither Product Utopian Trash.

Landscapes Can Be Deceptive. Sometimes A Landscape Seems To Be Less A Setting For The Life Of Its Inhabitants Than A Curtain Behind Which Their Struggles, Achievements And Accidents Takes Place. For Those Who Are Behind The Curtain, Landmarks Are No Longer Only Geographic But Also Biographical And Personal

Those Who First Invented And Then Named The Constellations Were Storytellers. Tracing An Imaginary Line Between A Cluster Of Stars Gave Them An Image And An Identity. The Stars Threaded On That Line Were Like Events Threaded On A Narrative. Imagining The Constellations Did Not Of Course Change The Stars, Nor Did It Change The Black Emptiness That Surrounds Them. What It Changed Was The Way People Read The Night Sky.

Every Authentic Poem Contributes To The Labor Of Poetry... To Bring Together What Life Has Separated Or Violence Has Torn Apart... Poetry Can Repair No Loss, But It Defies The Space Which Separates. And It Does This By Its Continual Labor Of Reassembling What Has Been Scattered.