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Our house is our corner of the world.

Gaston Bachelard

The metaphor is – an origin, the origin of an image which acts directly, immediately.
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Act Direct Image Origin
The dream remains overloaded with the badly lived passions of daytime life. Solitude in the nocturnal dream is always a hostility. It is strange. It isn’t really our solitude.
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Dreams Life Live Load Ourselves Passion Remain Solitude Time
The spoken reverie of substances calls matter to birth, to life, to spirituality.
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Born Call Life Spirituality Substance
Dreaming by the river, I dedicated my imagination to water, to clear, green water, the water that makes the meadows green.
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Dedication Dream Green Imagination Meadow River
The reflected world is the conquest of calm.
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Calm Reflection World
Poetry is one of the destinies of speech… One would say that the poetic image, in its newness, opens a future to language.
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Destiny Future Image Language Oneself Poetry Speech
When we are children, people show us so many things that we lose the profound sense of seeing… And just how could adults show us the world they have lost! They know; they think they know; they say they know.
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Adult Children Lost See Thinking World
He who ceases to learn cannot adequately teach.
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Accurate Learning Properly Teaching
The words of the world want to make sentences.
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Sentence Word World
All the senses awaken and fall into harmony in poetic reverie. Poetic reverie listens to this polyphony of the senses, and the poetic consciousness must record it.
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Awake Consciousness Fall Harmony Poetic Record
Nobody knows that in reading we are re-living our temptations to be a poet. All readers who have a certain passion for reading, nurture and repress, through reading, the desire to become a writer.
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Desire Poet Reading Temptations Writing
The reverie would not last if it were not nourished by the images of the sweetness of living, by the illusions of happiness.
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Happiness Illusion Image Live Nourish Sweet
For in the end, the irreality function functions as well in the face of man as in the face of the cosmos. What would we know of others if we did not imagine things?
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Cosmos End Face Function Imagination Man
The great function of poetry is to give back to us the situations of our dreams.
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Dreams Fiction Greatness Ourselves Poetry Situation
We are never real historians, but always near poets, and our emotion is perhaps nothing but an expression of a poetry that was lost.
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Expression History Lost Poet Poetry Reality
Rilke wrote: ‘These trees are magnificent, but even more magnificent is the sublime and moving space between them, as though with their growth it too increased.
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Growth Space Tree

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