In reality art is always for everyone and for no one.
Against the dark background of this contemporary civilization of well-being, even the arts tend to mingle, to lose their identity.
Slowly poetry becomes visual because it paints images, but it is also musical: it unites two arts into one.
Poetry is the art which is technically within the grasp of everyone: a piece of paper and a pencil and one is ready.
Evidently the arts, all the visual arts, are becoming more democratic in the worst sense of the word.
Art is the production of objects for consumption, to be used and discarded while waiting for a new world in which man will have succeeded in freeing himself of everything, even of his own consciousness.
Narrative art, the novel, from Murasaki to Proust, has produced great works of poetry.
