dejan-stojanovic

There are anonymous poems and poets without poems.

They forget that love is not a science but an inherent state of mind; they forget that sex is practiced by animals without textbooks and that it is not such a secret that requires a complete science, courses and special training. And so impotent, with artificial stars on the ceilings of their rooms, they become the main teachers on the way to the stars.

A well paid word deceives them. And what kind of a word is a word that has a price, high or low, which is adjusted to the price of fame, and how, long ago, when it was little appreciated, was it more valuable than it is today with a big price?

Everything passes through the eyes of top bureaucrats who closely watch to ensure that no intruder can enter their ranks and disrupt the order and arrangement of values in which everything is predetermined and where everyone knows their place, everyone__ potential, talent and position in history.

Hope without love is hopeless.

The length of novels, poems and stories, is measured by the number of missing words; a thousand pages become one, one becomes a thousand.

Knowing how to dream is more important than the story, because the story tells itself.

An unrewarded value is more valuable than a reward with no value.

A poem that is itself a name does not yearn for the name of its creator, but shines from its name alone.

A poem does not radiate from the name, but the name emanates from the poem.

In a real poem a sound does not swallow a letter, but a letter swallows a sound.

The name does not deserve the poem, but the poem deserves the name.