A writer doesn’t find his words. While he searches, he finds better ones.
How to read an instinct?
A writer places himherself on a place where he finds things on the left and language on the right.
The inventor saw, then showed.
Maybe art is one language opposed to the necessary disorder of the language.
A writer is able to abandon an idea in favor of another idea he found while he was looking for the words to tell the first one.
A worried sense of the possible, of the usable.
You have to find balance between intellect, exactitude, reason, cold, logical AND absurd harmonies, magical non sense, sensibility.
The geometric mind extracts signs, systems, structures and patterns from a question, a situation. Then he plays with the system, blind from reality, until he finds every useful aspects or facets he wants to put into light.
Embarrassments born from a find.
Some freedoms not imagined yet.
A writer who looks for the perfect effect. A writer who wants to learn something. Who’s right? One? Two? Both?
One secret is to give invisible things to the reader.
The one who wrote a verse wanted to move, not to be moved.
Importance of a text for an author, function of the unforeseen-ness it brings from himher to himherself while he builds it.
An idiot says a chair is a chair. The abundance of certain spirits is to use everything, to eat it, to turn around it and find patterns and possibles. A chair can be a ladder, a stake, a gym tool, a battering ram, a weapon, a stretcher, a cage…
All these microseeds come from Paul Valéry‘s Poietis (Poïétique). They aren’t quotes, I kneaded them for your pleasure. Have fun.
Thanks for reading!