Thursday, August 15, 2013

NIC VAN BRUGGEN

Poetry has no truth, not anything to determine, it only has itself. It is nothing and yet it is there. One must have a special gift to discover that nothing.


From: 'Portret van een jonge man als een dichter'; De Periscoop, ed. July-August 1962, Brussels.


Sent by Bert Bevers
www.alberthagenaars.nl

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