Quotes from Francis Ponge

Another way of approaching the thing is to consider it unnamed, unnamable.

History - that little sewer where man loves to wallow.

For at the heart of the uniform, reasoning is shaky and elusive: a mind in search of ideas should first stock up on appearances.

When it has finished saying it, it no longer is. The longer it is in saying it, the more it can say it at length, the more slowly it melts, the better quality it is.

Our most successful bubbles, our only successful ones are doubtless those that are the least worked. For can one work on a bubble? Surely not, - unless (carefully) with the very breath that gives it birth. It is only necessary to blow it with an even enough breath, with just the right pretentiousness, a movement of the soul at once measured and persistent, yet not too much so - until it detaches itself quasi-spontaneously from the pipe.

Et il y a des gens qui trouvent que tout cela ne grouille pas assez, qui font des vers, de la poésie, de la surréalité, qui en rajoutent. [...] Les réincarnations, les paradis, les enfers, enfin quoi : après la vie, la mort encore à vivre !

Man is the future of man.

Zodra zij zich blootstelt, beweegt zij zich voort.

Het ontsnapt me en toch tekent het me, zonder dat ik er veel aan doen kan.

History - that little sewer where man loves to wallow.