Nothing Exists Except Through Language.

The Ambiguity Of Poetic Language Answers To The Ambiguity Of Human Life As A Whole, And Therein Lies Its Unique Value. All Interpretations Of Poetic Language Only Interpret What The Poetry Has Already Interpreted.

History Does Not Belong To Us; We Belong To It.

Being That Can Be Understood Is Language.

We Cannot Understand Without Wanting To Understand, That Is, Without Wanting To Let Something Be Said...understanding Does Not Occur When We Try To Intercept What Someone Wants To Say To Us By Claiming We Already Know It.

The Real Being Of Language Is That Into Which We Are Taken Up When We Hear It - What Is Said.