Today not even a universal fire could make the torrential poetic production of our time disappear. But it is exactly a question of production, that is, of hand-made products which are subject to the laws of taste and fashion.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The artist must create a spark before he can make a fire and before art is born, the artist must be ready to be consumed by the fire of his own creation.
Too many people in the modern world view poetry as a luxury, not a necessity like petrol. But to me it's the oil of life.
Where consumption is both conspicuous and competitive, humanity will never run out of new wishes. All the while, industry creates new desires that are marketed, in the great fashion paradox, as both novelty and need.
I'm cautious about using fire. It can become theatrical. I am interested in the heat, not the flames.
In no way am I demeaning writing or any other form of art because it's popular. What I'm saying is that anything fed into the industrial machinery to comply with rules of size and length and shelf-life has a hard time surviving as art.
Time is the fire in which we burn.
Fire is our first form of technology.
If you look back at the history of creativity in clothes - the French Revolution, the First World War and the Second World War - they have all been creative reinventions, the moment new forms of luxury come into play.
Words are only painted fire; a look is the fire itself.
Nothing retains less of desire in art, in science, than this will to industry, booty, possession.