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.
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.
