There's Room For Everyone At The Rendezvous

I Would Rediscover The Secret Of Great Communications And Great Combustions. I Would Say Storm. I Would Say River. I Would Say Tornado. I Would Say Leaf. I Would Say Tree. I Would Be Drenched By All Rains, Moistened By All Dews. I Would Roll Like Frenetic Blood On The Slow Current Of The Eye Of Words Turned Into Mad Horses Into Fresh Children Into Clots Into Curfew Into Vestiges Of Temples Into Precious Stones Remote Enough To Discourage Miners. Whoever Would Not Understand Me Would Not Understand Any Better The Roaring Of A Tiger.

A Man Screaming Is Not A Dancing Bear. Life Is Not A Spectacle.

Culture Is Everything. Culture Is The Way We Dress, The Way We Carry Our Heads, The Way We Walk, The Way We Tie Our Ties - It Is Not Only The Fact Of Writing Books Or Building Houses.

Beware, My Body And My Soul, Beware Above All Of Crossing Your Arms And Assuming The Sterile Attitude Of The Spectator, For Life Is Not A Spectacle, A Sea Of Griefs Is Not A Proscenium, And A Man Who Wails Is Not A Dancing Bear.

Poetic Knowledge Is Born In The Great Silence Of Scientific Knowledge.