The question is how to bring a work of imagination out of one language that was just as taken-for-granted by the persons who used it as our language is by ourselves. Nothing strange about it.
There must of course be a relationship between translating and making poems...
Poetry is at least an elegance and at most a revelation.
Television contracts the imagination and radio expands it.
Imagination is not something apart and hermetic not a way of leaving reality...
With the brush we merely tint while the imagination alone produces colour.
Anyone who lives within his means suffers from a lack of imagination.
Newt Gingrich has a restless and outsized intelligence that is tragically unleavened by any kind of critical sensibility.
