Maxioms by Gaston Bachelard
A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing? It is the read more
A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing? It is the pen which dreams. The blank page gives the right to dream.
Poetry is one of the destinies of speech... One would say that the poetic image, in its newness, opens a read more
Poetry is one of the destinies of speech... One would say that the poetic image, in its newness, opens a future to language.
Man is a creation of desire, not a creation of need.
Man is a creation of desire, not a creation of need.
A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language.
A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language.
To feel most beautifully alive means to be reading something beautiful, ready always to apprehend in the flow of language read more
To feel most beautifully alive means to be reading something beautiful, ready always to apprehend in the flow of language the sudden flash of poetry.
