Louis Aragon
Louis Aragon
Louis Aragonwas a French poet, novelist and editor, a long-time member of the Communist Party and a member of the Académie Goncourt...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth3 October 1897
CountryFrance
flower garden errors
There are strange flowers of reason to match each error of the senses. Admirable gardens of absurd beliefs, forebodings, obsessions and frenzies. Unknown, ever-changing gods take shape there.
truth errors may
Error is certainty's constant companion. Error is the corollary of evidence. And anything said about truth may equally well be said about error: the delusion will be no greater.
men ideas errors
Fear of error which everything recalls to me at every moment of the flight of my ideas, this mania for control, makes men prefer reason's imagination to the imagination of the senses. And yet it is always the imagination alone which is at work.
flower errors strange
There are strange flowers of reason to match each error of the senses.
crowd kinds love oblivious people
Love is made by two people in different kinds of solitude. It can be in a crowd but in an oblivious crowd.
summer spring heart
O months of blossoming, months of transfigurations, May without cloud and June stabbed to the heart, I shall not ever forget the lilacs or the roses Nor those the spring has kept folded away apart.
eye men light
There exists a black kingdom which the eyes of man avoid because its landscape fails signally to flatter them. This darkness, which he imagines he can dispense with in describing the light, is error with its unknown characteristics. Error is certainty's constant companion. Error is the corollary of evidence. And anything said about truth may equally well be said about error: the delusion will be no greater.
wine fire lazy
What on earth is modern exegesis up to? Oh, little lazy one! Some red wine and up! Off you go, brandishing your fork, stripped of Ophelia's useless ornaments, fire in your large nostrils, out to rake the muck of metaphors.
blow sometimes pleasure
It sometimes happens that pleasure blows anywhere it damn well chooses.
rose evil born
The rose is born evil ... but it is pink.
body wanted ifs
As if one could do what one wanted with one's own body!
Everything that is not me is incomprehensible.
book people style
I demand that my books be judged with utmost severity, by knowledgeable people who know the rules of grammar and of logic, and who will seek beneath the footsteps of my commas the lice of my thought in the head of my style.
responsibility practice wings
I must confess that I and a few others are burdened with heavy responsibilities regarding the future of criticism. I am certainly, if not the inventor, then at least one of the first systematizers of an absurd critical practice that, as soon as it had peeked its beak out of the nest, flapping its new wet wings, took flight in the minds of the young, becoming a wild ox and sowing avant-garde literature with the mighty tomes of what might as well be called the abstract bear.