I Decided To Be What Crime Made

Added To The Moral Solitude Of The Murderer Comes The Solitude Of The Artist, Which Can Acknowledge No Authority, Save That Of Another Artist.

One Can Hear All That's Going On In The Street. Which Means That From The Street One Can Hear What's Going On In This House.

It's A True Image, Born Of A False Spectacle.

Poetry Is The Break (or Rather The Meeting At The Breaking Point) Between The Visible And The Invisible.

I Give The Name Violence To A Boldness Lying Idle And Enamored Of Danger.