I am here and there is nothing to say. If among you are those who wish to get somewhere, let them leave at any moment […]
I have nothing to say and I am saying it and that is poetry as I need it. This space of time is organized. We need not fear these silences – we may love them.
It is not irritating to be where one is. It is only irritating to think one would like to be somewhere else.
Our poetry now is the realization that we possess nothing. Anything therefore is a delight (since we do not possess it) and thus need not fear its loss […]
More and more I have the feeling that we are getting nowhere. Slowly, as the talk goes on, we are getting nowhere and that is a pleasure.
If anybody is sleepy, let him go sleep […]
Everybody has a song which is no song at all: it is a process of singing, and when you sing, you are where you are. All I know about method is that when I am not working, it is quite clear that I know nothing.