Status Updates From The Poetics of Space

”Yes, there is someone in that house who is keeping watch, a man is working there while I dream away. He leads a dogged existence, whereas I am pursuing futile dreams. Through its light alone, the house becomes human. It sees like a man. It is an eye open to night.”

”By means of the light in that far-off house, the house sees, keeps vigil, vigilantly waits.”

”In the attic, the day's experiences can always efface the fears of night. In the cellar, darkness prevails both day and night, and even when we are carrying a lighted candle, we see shadows dancing on the dark walls.”

”All we communicate to others is an orientation towards what is secret without ever being able to tell the secret objectively. What is secret never has total objectivity.”

”Are the towers of our souls razed for all time?”

”Sublimation in poetry towers above the psychology of the mundanely unhappy soul. For it is a fact that poetry possesses a felicity of its own, however great the tragedy it may be called upon to illustrate.”

”Only phenomenology—that is to say, consideration of the onset of the image in an individual consciousness—can help us restore the subjectivity of images and to mesure their fullness, their strength and their transsubjectivity.”

وقتی مادراشکوبه ای اربابی زندگی می کنیم خیال یک کلبه رادرسر می پرورانیم و چون درکلبه ای زندگی کنیم رویای قصری را در دل داریم.به عبارت بهتر،مالحظات قصری و لحظات کلبه ای خویش راداریم.مافرود امدیم تانزدیک خاک زندگی کنیم،بر کف یک کلبه…

همه جا خانه کن اما هیچ کجا نمان.

خیال زاییده همکاری واقعیت و ناواقعیت است.

اگر درباره یک خانه شعری بسراییم،غالبا همراه با بیدار شدن سکوت ادراک ها تناقضاتی اشکار پدید می اید و به قول فیلسوفان مارا از پندار سهل الوصول هندسی مان ازاد می کنند.