A collage of inspiration; darkness in its brightest state, soul expression, phantasie, reality and unreality disclosed
“The poet is never inspired, because he is the master of that which appears to others as inspiration. He does not wait for inspiration to fall out of the heavens like roasted ortolans. He knows how to hunt...He is never inspired because he is unceasingly inspired, because the powers of poetry are always at his disposition, subjected to his will, submissive to his own activity...”
Raymond Queneau
riverbambi reblogged
just perfect
