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
When I break any of the chains that bind me I feel that I make myself smaller.
For as long as and insofar as it cannot be, it is almost always a reproach to everything that can.
I stop wanting what I am looking for, looking for it.
The fear of separation is all that unites.
One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.
We become aware of the void as we fill it.
Situated in some nebulous distance I do what I do so that the universal balance of which I am a part may remain a balance.
Without this ridiculous vanity that takes the form of self-display, and is part of everything and everyone, we would see nothing, and nothing would exist.
Almost always it is the fear of being ourselves that brings us to the mirror.
I know what I have given you... I do not know what you have received.
Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.
In a full heart there is room for everything, and in an empty heart there is room for nothing.
The flower that you hold in your hands was born today and already it is as old as you are.
Nothing is not only nothing. It is also our prison.