Gaston Bachelard
French philosopher
WORDS ABOUT WORDS
In writing, you discover interior sonorities in words. Dipthongs sound differently beneath the pen. One hears them with their sounds divorced.
—Gaston Bachelard, French philosopher, The Poetics of Reverie, 1960
Posted on June 26, 2000 at 9:18 AM
WORDS ABOUT WORDS
In poetry, wonder is coupled with the joy of speech.
—Gaston Bachelard, French philosopher, The Poetics of Reverie, 1960
Posted on July 16, 2002 at 3:44 PM
WORDS ABOUT WORDS
Poetry is one of the destinies of speech. In trying to sharpen the awareness of language at the level of poems, we get the impression that we are touching the man whose speech is new in that it is not limited to expressing ideas or sensations, but tries to have a future. One would say that the poetic image, in its newness, opens a future to language.
—Gaston Bachelard, French philosopher, The Poetics of Reverie, 1960
Posted on September 19, 2002 at 11:51 PM
WORDS ABOUT WORDS
Literary imagination is an aesthetic object offered by a writer to a lover of books.
—Gaston Bachelard, French philosopher, Fragments of a Poetics of Fire
Posted on August 6, 2001 at 10:22 AM
WORDS ABOUT WORDS
A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language.
—Gaston Bachelard, French philosopher, Fragments of a Poetics of Fire
Posted on February 28, 2001 at 8:09 PM
WORDS ABOUT WORDS
A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing? It is the pen which dreams. The blank page gives the right to dream.
—Gaston Bachelard, French philosopher, The Poetics of Reverie, 1960
Posted on February 7, 2001 at 8:34 AM
WORDS ABOUT WORDS
The words of the world want to make sentences.
—Gaston Bachelard, French philosopher, The Poetics of Reverie, 1960
Posted on January 22, 2002 at 10:03 PM
WORDS ABOUT WORDS
I am a dreamer of words, of written words. I think I am reading; a word stops me. I leave the page. The syllables of the word begin to move around. Stressed accents begin to invert. The word abandons its meaning like an overload which is too heavy and prevents dreaming. Then words take on other meanings as if they had the right to be young. And the words wander away, looking in the nooks and crannies of vocabulary for new company, bad company.
—Gaston Bachelard, French philosopher, The Poetics of Reverie, 1960
Posted on January 23, 2002 at 2:01 PM
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