rafael faust.

“Marie: "Which is your cradle?” The celestial fiancé: "My cradle is the word used in anger. I am the divine scalper's son. I am not a note to the reader".”
― Max Ernst, A Little Girl Dreams of Taking the Veil

“Quando meu livro de fotomontagens foi publicado, atacaram-no várias vezes, pela imprensa, chamando-o de comunista, dissolvente, até de imoral." Na sequência, cita Picasso: "Todo mundo quer compreender a pintura. Por que não se tenta compreender o canto dos pássaros? ( ... ) Que compreendam, sobretudo, que o artista trabalha por necessidade".
[Em resposta ao comentário de um jornalista de que sua obra plástica já fazia dele um grande artista, Jorge de Lima afirmou, não sem alguma ironia:] "Na realidade só tenho sido poeta, o mais é fantasia”
― Jorge de Lima, A pintura em pânico

“The self is a late mood of nature.”
― Gottfried Benn, Selected Poems and Prose

“Poetry has no ebb and flow. It is, it abides. Even if you take away its ‘social’ efficacy, you cannot take away its living, human fullness, profundity, autonomy. After all, it can visibly penetrate also into those spheres where sleep is so active. To ‘dare’ to dwell in sleep, to draw nourishment from it, to communicate with it, such, if you like, is the unhurried confidence of poetry in itself — it does not need to be shown the way, to be authorised, to be controlled (so too, correspondingly, the reader).
Does poetry lose something in such circumstances, or does it gain? Let me leave this as an unanswered question. The main thing is that it survives. Drive it out of the door, it comes back through the window.”
― Gennady Aygi, Veronica's book: With notes on sleep and poetry