Louis Aragon
French poet
| Date of Birth | : | 03 Oct, 1897 |
| Date of Death | : | 24 Dec, 1982 |
| Place of Birth | : | Paris, France |
| Profession | : | Poet |
| Nationality | : | French |
Louis Aragon was a French poet, novelist, and essayist who was a political activist and spokesperson for communism.
Through the Surrealist poet André Breton, Aragon was introduced to avant-garde movements such as Dadaism. Together with Philippe Soupault, he and Breton founded the Surrealist review Littérature (1919). Aragon’s first poems, Feu de joie (1920; “Bonfire”) and Le Mouvement perpétuel (1925; “Perpetual Motion”), were followed by a novel, Le Paysan de Paris (1926; The Nightwalker). In 1927 his search for an ideology led him to the French Communist Party, with which he was identified thereafter, as he came to exercise a continuing authority over its literary and artistic expression.
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Total 20 Quotes
Light is meaningful only in relation to darkness, and truth presupposes error. It is these mingled opposites which people our life, which make it pungent, intoxicating. We only exist in terms of this conflict, in the zone where black and white clash.
Yes, I read. I have that absurd habit. I like beautiful poems, moving poetry, and all the beyond of that poetry. I am extraordinarily sensitive to those poor, marvelous words left in our dark night by a few men I never knew.
Your imagination, my dear fellow, is worth more than you imagine.
I have no friends, there are only people I love.
Reality is the apparent absence of contradiction. The marvelous is the eruption of contradiction within the real.
There are other relations besides reality, which the mind is capable of grasping and which also are primary, like chance, illusion, the fantastic, the dream.
Can the knowledge deriving from reason even begin to compare with knowledge perceptible by sense?
There are strange flowers of reason to match each error of the senses.
Most people have never known solitude. But there are a few of the other kind who can go back to their rooms anywhere and close the door on the whole world, and feel that they need never emerge.
Love is made by two people, in different kinds of solitude. It can be in a crowd, but in an oblivious crowd.
