Παραθαρσύνω: embolden and encourage
Are you reading your tactics book hard enough?
Poetry is a controlled refinement of sobbing
Do you cry? Or weep? Or sob?
Preachings from six elderly doctoresses
Writers can avoid betrayal.
Thorough rebuke, all you proud poets
Write what is forbidden, please.
If experience ruptures your philosophy of life let writing be your constant
What do you do when it hurts too much?
I am a thorn: beneath the nail
You get to choose for yourself.
How can hair come from what is not hair, or flesh from what is not flesh?
Name your fatherland and always be at home.
One must hate literature in order to be a philosopher
Even when your living flesh is scraped apart from you with the blades of oyster shells, you must write.
It’s not you, it’s them
Who is to blame when words won’t behave?
