Behind the aesthetic form is the harmony of sensibility and reason, which has been repressed, the eternal protest against the organization of life by the logic of domination.
It is truly an internal demand of art to make the artist take to the streets to defend the revolutionary cause...
There is no genuine work that does not involve intellectual effort and intellectual discipline in organizing the material. There is no "automatic" art and no "imitating" art: art understands the world. The sensible immediacy that art achieves involves a synthesis of experience, according to some universal principles, the only ones that give the work more than a particular meaning.
The "end of art" can only be conceived if people are no longer able to distinguish true from false, good from bad, beautiful from ugly, present from future. This would be the stage of perfect barbarism on the heights of civilization.
The purpose of art is to create wonder.
The poet wants to be the Prophet: he wants to know!
The art object creates an audience with an artistic sense and able to taste the beautiful. Production thus produces not only an object for the subject, but also a subject for the object.
In place of the old local and national isolations is growing world exchange, the dependence of nations on one another, and what is true of material production is equally true of intellectual production. The intellectual creations of a nation become the common property of all. National narrowness and exclusivism become more and more impotent day by day, a universal literature is formed from the many national and local literatures.
Each work is a set of signs invented during execution and for the needs of the place. Detached from the composition for which they were created, these signs no longer have any action. The sign is determined at the moment of its use and for the object to which it must attend.
All artists bear the imprint of their era, but great artists are only those on whom it is deeply imprinted.
Masterpieces are enriched by the emotions they awaken in the souls of generations that come one after another, for centuries...
Art is a manifestation of emotions, and these emotions speak a language that anyone can understand.
Art is a relationship, and in order to be understood, the creator must have life, as well as the one who discovers it. With the life we have in us we recognize the life that exists in others...
Being a writer does not mean stylistically capitalizing on your experience, transforming personal data into metaphors. It means much more: a state of permanent lucidity. The destiny of a writer begins with the intensity and seriousness of living.
Art is love and it necessarily involves communication... We never write for ourselves - but, first of all, for others... Any sensitive person, even without the genius of Shakespeare, experiences the need for communication, the desire to get out of the narrow space of limited experience.
I love art because it reminds with tragic persistence of the nobility and eternity of man. If man were a simple agglomeration of biological data, he would not need Eminescu's poetry and Bach's music, he would do very well without them. But man is the supreme creation of nature. The love of art is the love of our enduring essence…
Art being love is at the same time a shared creation. Of course you need talent to write a poem, but you also need talent to listen to a poem. Without people capable of loving poetry, music, we artists would not exist, it would mean talking in the desert.
A true artist has the innocence of discovering life from the beginning.
The need to consume art and the need to create come from the same source.
Art gives us the opportunity to communicate with those who were before us, and with our contemporaries, and with those who will come; art is the only one able to emerge victorious from the battle with time, to transform everything into the present.
Life, as it really is, is not worth imitating; nature was given to the poet so that he could investigate it, modify it, increase it through his own genius.
Writers and artists do not fall from the sky or float in the clouds; they live more than anyone in the midst of the class struggles of their people and time. Taken apart, they may be stimulated and influenced in the most diverse ways by these struggles, but no one can escape their aggravation...
All true art has its roots in that era.
Literature must be a faithful icon of the feelings and aspirations, vices and customs of the age in which it is produced, mirroring in it or the human passions the conceptions of the age, or faithfully reproducing the general features of the society in which the author places his subject.
Art is the rendering of reality through the lens of the author's personality.
Everything around us deserves the honor of being exalted in verse.
It has been said that it is a shame to be original; there is an even bigger one: not wanting and not being able.
For me poetry was and remains an invitation to hope, a way to help make people better, to help them understand each other. I sang and sing what unites man with his peers, but I have not lost sight of what separates him and makes him unique and unrepeatable.
I poke a feather into his heart to get words out of it.
To write does not mean to train the spirit or to flatter the senses, but, through the art of the word, it means to entice and subjugate the soul, so that it penetrates, through both sensory and intellectual illusion, a truth (or perhaps a lie) which exceeds the expressed fact.