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Ideas are refined and multiplied in the commerce of minds. In their splendor, images effect a very simple communion of souls.
β Gaston Bachelard
philosopher, poet, writer, university teacher, employee of a public institution, mathematician, physicist, literary theorist
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Ideas are refined and multiplied in the commerce of minds. In their splendor, images effect a very simple communion of souls.
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.
I am a dreamer of words, of written words. I think I am reading; a word stops me. I leave the page. The syllables of the word begin to move around. Stressed accents begin to invert. The word abandons its meaning like an overload which is too heavy and prevents dreaming. Then words take on other meanings as if they had the right to be young. And the words wander away, looking in the nooks and crannies of vocabulary for new company, bad company.
Childhood lasts all through life. It returns to animate broad sections of adult life.... Poets will help us to find this living childhood within us, this permanent, durable immobile world.
The subconscious is ceaselessly murmuring, and it is by listening to these murmurs that one hears the truth.
Reverie is not a mind vacuum. It is rather the gift of an hour which knows the plenitude of the soul.
The repose of sleep refreshes only the body. It rarely sets the soul at rest. The repose of the night does not belong to us. It is not the possession of our being. Sleep opens within us an inn for phantoms. In the morning we must sweep out the shadows.
The words of the world want to make sentences.
The repose of sleep refreshes only the body. It rarely sets the soul at rest. The repose of the night does not belong to us. It is not the possession of our being. Sleep opens within us an inn for phantoms. In the morning we must sweep out the shadows.
To live life well is to express life poorly; if one expresses life too well, one is living it no longer.
There is no original truth, only original error.
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.
Ideas are invented only as correctives to the past. Through repeated rectifications of this kind one may hope to disengage an idea that is valid.
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.
A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language.
Literary imagination is an aesthetic object offered by a writer to a lover of books.
One must always maintain oneβs connection to the past and yet ceaselessly pull away from it. To remain in touch with the past requires a love of memory. To remain in touch with the past requires a constant imaginative effort.
Two half philosophers will probably never a whole metaphysician make.
Even a minor event in the life of a child is an event of that childβs world and thus a world event.
Here is Menard's own intimate forest: 'Now I am traversed by bridle paths, under the seal of sun and shade...I live in great density...Shelter lures me. I slump down into the thick foliage...In the forest, I am my entire self. Everything is possible in my heart just as it is in the hiding places in ravines. Thickly wooded distance separates me from moral codes and cities.
The great function of poetry is to give back to us the situations of our dreams.
The great function of poetry is to give back to us the situations of our dreams.
Literary imagination is an aesthetic object offered by a writer to a lover of books.
A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language.
We must listen to poets.
It is not that the child lives in a world of imagination, as we wrongly think, but that the imagination lives in the child.
A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language.
If I were asked to name the chief benefit of the house, I should say: the house shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.
Man is a creation of desire, not a creation of need.
To disappear into deep water or to disappear toward a far horizon, to become part of depth of infinity, such is the destiny of man that finds its image in the destiny of water.
If I were asked to name the chief benefit of the house, I should say: the house shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.
The mollusk's motto would be: one must live to build one's house, and not build one's house to live in.
Poetry is one of the destinies of speech.... One would say that the poetic image, in its newness, opens a future to language.
