As long as he does not try to free himself from the world, the poet
can live happily in his golden poverty.  All the rhetorical systems,
all the poetic schools in the world, from the Japanese on, have a
lovely wardrobe of suns, moons, lilies, mirrors, and melancholy
clouds that can be used by all intelligences at all latitudes.

But the [artist] who wants to break free from the imagination, and
not merely live on the images produced by real objects, stops
dreaming and starts to desire.  Then, when the limits of his
imagination become unbearable and he wants to free himself from his
enemy -- the world -- he passes from desire to love.  He goes from
imagination, which is a fact of the soul, to inspiration, which is
a state of the soul.  He goes from analysis to faith, and the poet,
previously an explorer, is now a humble man who bears on his
shoulders the irresitible beauty of all things.

	Frederico Garcia Lorca, 
	from "Imagination, Inspiration, Evasion," a lecture.
	in *Harpers Magazine, Sept. 2004, p. 28.
	Christopher Maurer, trans.