Eugenio Montale

Eugenio
Montale
1896
1981

Italian Poet, Prose Writer, Editor and Translator, Winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature

Author Quotes

Codest can tell you now: what not are, what we do not want. (From the word Do not ask )

I do not go in search of poetry. I wait for poetry to visit me.

Mass communication, radio, and especially television, have attempted, not without success, to annihilate every possibility of solitude and reflection.

The man of the future will be born equipped with a brain and a nervous system quite different from those we have we, human yet traditional, Copernican, classics.

Where the power denies, in blatant forms but also with occult means, true freedom, popping up every so inspired men like Andrei Sakharov and Marco Pannellawho follow the spiritual position more difficult to assume that a victim in front of his oppressor: the refusal passive . Alone and unarmed, they also speak to us.

Do not ask for words that each side our soul shapeless, and letters of fire the state, and shine like a crocus lost in the middle of a dusty field. Ah man that if there must be a safe, to others and to himself a friend, and his shadow does not care that the dog days print on top of a crumbling wall!

I do not know how exhausted you resist | in this lake indifference LORD thy heart; maybe you save an amulet that you keep close your lipstick, to down, to file: a white rat,d 'ivory, and so exist!

Maybe one morning, walking in an air of glass arid, addressing, see the miracle: nothing behind me, the void behind me with a drunkard's terror.

The man of today has inherited a nervous system that cannot stand the current living conditions. Waiting to form the man of tomorrow, today's man reacts to the changed conditions by not objecting to shock but doing mass massificandosi.

You do not remember the house of the customs officers from the upward overhanging the cliff: desolate awaits you from the night when entered it the swarm of your thoughts restless and stopped there.

Evidently the arts, all the visual arts, are becoming more democratic in the worst sense of the word.

I fell, giving the arm at least a million stairs | and now you're not there is a vacuum at each step .

Milan is a huge conglomerate of hermits.

The most dangerous aspect of present-day life is the dissolution of the feeling of individual responsibility. Mass solitude has done away with any difference between the internal and the external, between the intellectual and the physical.

Far away, I was with you when your father entered in the shadows and left you his farewell.

I have always knocked at the door of that wonderful and terrible enigma which is life.

My lasts to this day, no more, I need coincidences, reservations, the traps, the scorn of those who believe that reality is what you see.

The new man is born too old to tolerate the new world. The present conditions of life have not yet erased the traces of the past. We run too fast, but we still do not move enough. He looks but he does not contemplate, he sees but he does not think. He runs away from time, which is made of thought, and yet all he can feel is his own time, the present.

For my part, if I consider poetry as an object, I maintain that it is born of the necessity of adding a vocal sound (speech) to the hammering of the first tribal music.

I have been judged to be a pessimist but what abyss of ignorance and low egoism is not hidden in one who thinks that Man is the god of himself and that his future can only be triumphant?

Narrative art, the novel, from Murasaki to Proust, has produced great works of poetry.

The poet does not know - often he will never know - whom he really writes for.

From the Tower falls the sound of bronze: the show goes on between drums argue that the glory of the districts.

I learned a truth that few people know: that the ' art bestows its consolations especially the artists failed.

Now I am used to suffer, and perhaps I need.

Author Picture
First Name
Eugenio
Last Name
Montale
Birth Date
1896
Death Date
1981
Bio

Italian Poet, Prose Writer, Editor and Translator, Winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature