poetry, nothing and everything

I've always felt that poetry is destroyed when scrutinised, analysed, divided into bits of phrases and words. It is also destroyed by our stubborn desire to link each metaphor, sound and image to the poet's existence. The artist's life is undoubtedly concealed in his/her work, but to seek the persons behind his/her characters or the object of a poet's adulation is an insult and a superficial interpretation of art.  Poetry, of all arts, should be perceived as a feeling, a mood, a state and nothing more. 

I am so damn happy to see that I am not the only one to believe this. Tomas Rivera explained it more beautifully than anyone else:
Poetry is one of the most human of experiences because it begins with nothing. It is the birth and the death of the word and the poet, as he freezes abstractions, severs relationships with his utterances. Poetry is finding the search, finding the word. It is not inventing, but finding, starting the invention. Yet poetry should not be explained, categorized, studied, but read and felt and sung. Poetry denies the poet but not his expression and utterance. Poetry, then, is a way of becoming nothing and everything. In a way, poetry is and is not what Octavio Paz says: "knowledge, salvation, power, abandonment". Poetry gives me pure feelings - time, beauty, man and original death.


  1. Imi place noul template pe care l-ai ales, dar mai ales imaginea de la inceput...cat despre poetry, am avut si eu zilele astea, coincidenta sau nu, o nevoie de intoarcere spre poezie. Ai terminat Un veac de singuratate?

  2. Ma bucur ca iti plac. Eu am facut poza despre care vorbesti:D. in general, pt poza de inceput de blog pun creatii proprii. si mie imi place mult :D:D

    Nu, nu am terminat Un veac de singuratate. Am inceput-o si mi se pare grozava. Imi pare rau ca nu am sa pot veni miine la intilnire, insa ultimele saptamini au fost extraordinar de stresante si cu multe activitati. Dar se termina si ele acusi...


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