Beware, my body and my soul, beware above all of crossing your arms and assuming the sterile attitude of the spectator, for life is not a spectacle, a sea of griefs is not a proscenium, and a man who wails is not a dancing bear. Aime Cesaire More Quotes by Aime Cesaire More Quotes From Aime Cesaire Culture is everything. Culture is the way we dress, the way we carry our heads, the way we walk, the way we tie our ties - it is not only the fact of writing books or building houses. Aime Cesaire building-houses writing book I am talking about societies drained of their essence, cultures trampled underfoot, institutions undermined, lands confiscated, religions smashed, magnificent artistic creations destroyed, extraordinary possibilities wiped out. Aime Cesaire land essence talking It is no use painting the foot of the tree white, the strength of the bark cries out from beneath the paint. Aime Cesaire white feet tree When I turn on my radio, when I hear that Negroes have been lynched in America, I say that we have been lied to: Hitler is not dead; when I turn on my radio, when I hear that Jews have been insulted, mistreated, persecuted, I say that we have been lied to: Hitler is not dead; when, finally, I turn on my radio and hear that in Africa forced labor has been inaugurated and legalized, I say that we have certainly been lied to: Hitler is not dead. Aime Cesaire diversity justice america I have a different idea of a universal. It is of a universal rich with all that is particular, rich with all the particulars there are, the deepening of each particular, the coexistence of them all. Aime Cesaire different-ideas rich coexist There's room for everyone at the rendezvous of victory. Aime Cesaire equality victory rooms Africa, help me to go home, carry me like an aged child in your arms. Undress me and wash me. Strip me of all of these garments, strip me as a man strips off dreams when the dawn comes. . . . Aime Cesaire dream home children And let me die suddenly, to be born again in the revelation of beauty....And the revelation of beauty is the wisdom of the ancestors. Aime Cesaire revelations born-again beauty In the whole world no poor devil is lynched, no wretch is tortured, in whom I too am not degraded and murdered. Aime Cesaire diversity devil justice Reason, I sacrifice you to the evening breeze. Aime Cesaire evening sacrifice reason I would rediscover the secret of great communications and great combustions. I would say storm. I would say river. I would say tornado. I would say leaf. I would say tree. I would be drenched by all rains, moistened by all dews. I would roll like frenetic blood on the slow current of the eye of words turned into mad horses into fresh children into clots into curfew into vestiges of temples into precious stones remote enough to discourage miners. Whoever would not understand me would not understand any better the roaring of a tiger. Aime Cesaire horse rain children The weakness of most men Aime Cesaire weakness tree men Out of the sky, the birds, the parrots, the bells, silk, cloth, and drums, out of Sundays dancing, children's words and love words, out of love for the little fists of children, I will build a world, my world with round shoulders. Aime Cesaire sunday dance children A man screaming is not a dancing bear. Life is not a spectacle. Aime Cesaire dancing bears men Poetic knowledge is born in the great silence of scientific knowledge. Aime Cesaire poetic born silence Communism has served us ill in having us swap a living brotherhood for what looks to have the features of the coldest of all chill abstractions. Aime Cesaire chill brotherhood looks
