The job of the poet (a job which can't be learned) consists of placing those objects of the visible world which have become invisible due to the glue of habit, in an unusual position which strikes the soul and gives them a tragic force.
The reward of art is not fame or success but intoxication: that is why so many bad artists are unable to give it up.
I feel myself inhabited by a force or being -- very little known to me. It gives the orders; I follow.
