From the "Art Poétique"

Once in Japan, as I was travelling from Nikkö
to Chuzenji, I saw, although widely separated, juxta-
posed by the line of my vision, the green of a maple
crown the pattern proposed by a pine tree. These pages
are comments on this forest text, on the arboreal enun-
ciation, in June, of a new poetics of the universe, of a
new logic. The old logic had the syllogism as an organ,
the new has the metaphor, the new word, the operation
resulting from the joined simultaneous existence of
two different things. The starting point of the first is
a general and absolute affirmation, an attribution, for
all time, to the subject, of a quality and a character.
Without reference to time and place, the sun shines,
the sum of the angles of a triangle is equal to two right
angles. It creates, by defining them, abstract indi-
viduals, it establishes between them invariables. Its
procedure is a naming. All the terms, once decided
upon, classified by genre and species in the columns of
its bookkeeping, by separate analysis, it applies to any
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subject proposed. I would compare this logic to the
first part of grammar which determines the nature
and function of different words. The second logic is
like syntax which teaches the art of putting the words
together, and this is practised before our eyes by na-
ture itself. Science deals only with the general, and
creation only with the particular. The metaphor, the
basic iamb or the combination of a long and a short
accent, are not manifested solely on the pages of books:
they are part of the autochthonous art used by every-
thing which comes into being. And do not speak of
chance. The planting of this cluster of flowers, the
form of that mountain are no more the effect of
chance than the Parthenon or this diamond which ages
the lapidary in cutting it, but the result of a treasury
of plans certainly far richer and more scientific. I al-
lege many proofs of geology and temperature, of na-
tural and human history; our works and our means
do not differ from nature's. I understand that each
thing does not exist alone in itself, but in an infinite set
of relationships with all others....

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