There Is No Love That Is Not

Writing Poetry After Auschwitz Is Barbaric.

To Hate Destructiveness, One Must Hate Life As Well: Only Death Is An Image Of Undistorted Life ... Organic Life Is An Illness Peculiar To Our Unlovely Planet.

The Power Of Works Of Art Still Continues To Be Secretly Nourished By Imitation... Kitsch

Life Has Become The Ideology Of Its Own Absence.

The Hardest Hit, As Everywhere, Are Those Who Have No Choice.