Quotes About Creation

It was a generously-planned face. Nature seemed to have started out with the idea of making two faces and then to have decided to use all the material for one.

Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread.

Every day you play with the light of the universe.

I built up these lumber piles of love, and with fourteen boards each I built little houses, so that your eyes, which I adore and sing to, might live in them. Now that I have declared the foundations of my love, I surrender this century to you: wooden sonnets that rise only because you gave them life.

Whom can I ask what I came to make happen in the world?

We open the halves of a miracle, and a clotting of acids brims into the starry divisions: creation's original juices, irreducible, changeless, alive: so the freshness lives on

But you, cloudless girl, question of smoke, corn tassel. You were what the wind was making with illuminated leaves. Behind the nocturnal mountains, white lily of conflagration, ah, I can say nothing!  You were made of everything.

Am I allowed to ask my book whether it's true I wrote it?

The Potter Your whole body is A glass of wine Or sweetness destined for me. When I raise my hand, I find in every place a dove Seeking for me, As if, my love, You were made of clay For my very hands of a potter. Your knees, your breasts, Your waist, Disappear in me like in a hollow Of a thirsting earth Where they lose A form, And together We become like a single river, Like a single grain of sand.

Every day, hands are creating the world -from In Praise of Ironing

La poesía es siempre un acto de paz. El poeta nace de la paz como el pan nace de la harina.

Je continue à travailler avec les matériaux dont je dispose et qui me constituent. Je suis un omnivore avide de sentiments, d'êtres vivants, de livres, d'évènements et de batailles. Je mangerais toute la terre. Je boirais la mer entière. J'avoue que j'ai vécu

el verbo es origen y vierte vida: es sangre, es la sangre que expresa su substancia y está dispuesto así su desarrollo

Naiad: cut your body into turquoise pieces, they will bloom resurrected in the kitchen. This is how you become everything that lives.

La poésie est toujours un acte de paix. Le poète naît de la paix comme le pain naît de la farine. J'avoue que j'ai vécu

Cumpliendo con mi oficio piedra con piedra, pluma a pluma, pasa el invierno y deja sitios abandonados, habitaciones muertas: yo trabajo y trabajo, debo substituir tantos olvidos, llenar de pan las tinieblas, fundar otra vez la esperanza.

Ahora me parece que no está solo el hombre. En sus manos ha elaborado como si fuera un duro pan, la esperanza, la terrestre esperanza.

I begin with an idea and then it becomes something else.

Every act of creation is first of all an act of destruction. ? Pablo Picasso

Whatever the source of emotion that drives me to create, I want to give it a form which has some connection with the visible world, even if it is only to wage war on that world....I want my paintings to be able to defend themselves to resist the invader, just as though there were razor blades on all surfaces so no one could touch them without cutting his hands.

Sex and art are the same thing.

An idea is a point of departure and no more. As soon as you elaborate it, it becomes transformed by thought

A piece of space-dust falls on your head once every day… With every breath, we inhale a bit of the story of our universe, our planet's past and future, the smells and stories of the world around us, even the seeds of life.

A picture is not thought out and settled beforehand. While it is being done it changes as one's thoughts change. And when it is finished, it still goes on changing, according to the state of mind of whoever is looking at it. A picture lives a life like a living creature, undergoing the changes imposed on us by our life from day to day. This is natural enough, as the picture lives only through the man who is looking at it.