We are united, he and I, though strangers, against the two women in front of us talking so steadily and audibly across the aisle to each other. Bad manners.
Melanholiskais raksturs savā piezīmju burtnīcā ar īpašu aizrautību fiksē tās atziņas, kas par laikmeta iezīmi padara viņa nevarību izvēlēties jaunu mīlestības objektu.
A child delivers you from death.
Without memories there wouldn’t be any writing: the specific weight an image or phrase needs to get across to the reader can only come from things remembered – not from yesterday but from a long time ago.
The difference between ‘what if’ and ‘as if’ scenarios, and what contemporary art has to do with it.
No need to play it safe with poetry.
„If, I thought, I want new storm windows to replace the old ones on my house which are almost totally rotted, I have to accept the prize, and so I had decided to take the Wildgans Prize…”
True poetry is antibiographical. The poet’s homeland is his poem and changes from one poem to the next.
The future of writing is the managing of emptiness.
Night came with its hail of cartouche. The moon turned its pistol on the passive thieves.