Poet and critic Paul Valéry once remarked that he could never write a novel because he would have to write sentences like, ‘The Marquis left at five’.
[n.b.: I ran across this anecdote again recently in David Markson's Reader's Block. The above is a paraphrase of his entry.]
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entre nous
OBSCURITY, A PRODUCT OF TWO FACTORS. If my mind is richer, more rapid, freer, more disciplined than yours, neither you nor I can do anything about it.
—Paul Valéry, The Art of Poetry (Vintage, 1961), trans. by Denise Folliot.
—Paul Valéry, The Art of Poetry (Vintage, 1961), trans. by Denise Folliot.
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Having verse set to music is like looking at a painting through a stained-glass window.
—Paul Valéry
—Paul Valéry
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never finished
A poem is never finished: it's always an accident that puts a stop to it--i.e., gives it to
the public.
—Paul Valéry, "Littérature," Œuvres II (1960).
(W.H. Auden altered this statement to “Poems are never finished; they are abandoned.”)
—Paul Valéry, "Littérature," Œuvres II (1960).
(W.H. Auden altered this statement to “Poems are never finished; they are abandoned.”)
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