My Poetry Had The Same

I Was In A Maze. No Matter Which Way I Turned, It Was The Wrong Way.

I Suspect That There Is No Serious Scholar Who Doesn’t Like To Watch Television. I’m Just The Only One Who Confesses.

By Means Of The Sign, Man Frees Himself From The Here And Now For Abstraction.

Every Man Is Obsessed By The Memories Of His Own Youth.

For Mallarmé Naming An Object Meant Suppressing Three-quarters Of Its Poetic Pleasure (which Consists In The Joy Of Guessing Bit By Bit - "le Suggérer, Voilà Le Rêve!").