Antonio Porchia
Antonio Porchia
Antonio Porchiawas an Argentinian poet. He was born in Conflenti, Italy, but, after the death of his father in 1900, moved to Argentina. He wrote a Spanish book entitled Voces, a book of aphorisms. It has since been translated into Italian and into English, French, and German. A very influential, yet extremely succinct writer, he has been a cult author for a number of renowned figures of contemporary literature and thought such as André Breton, Jorge Luis Borges, Roberto Juarroz...
NationalityItalian
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth13 November 1886
CountryItaly
Set out from any point. They are all alike. They all lead to a point of departure.
He who makes a paradise of his bread makes a hell of his hunger.
I am chained to the earth to pay for the freedom of my eyes.
I have been my own disciple and my own master. And I have been a good disciple but a bad master.
I love you as you are, but do not tell me how that is.
Sometimes at night I light a lamp so as not to see.
What do others think they see?
Before I travelled my road I was my road.
Those who gave away their wings are sad not to see them fly.
Infancy is what is eternal, and the rest, all the rest, is brevity, extreme brevity.
Man goes nowhere. Everything comes to man, like tomorrow.
When I am asleep I dream what I dream when I am awake. It's a continuous dream.
He who holds me by a thread is not strong; the thread is strong.
You know so much about me and yet you don't understand me. To know is not to understand. We could know everything and still not understand anything.