Poetry has no truth, not anything to determine, it only has itself. It is nothing and yet it is there. One must have a special gift to discover that nothing.
From: 'Portret van een jonge man als een dichter', De Periscoop, ed. July-August 1962, Brussels.
The real poet is a creator, he himself produces what we call the poetic, which he doens’t express in the poem, but writes right through the poem. So, the poem is not the sediment of a poetic experience, but the poetic experience is the poem’s result.
From: 'Portret van een jonge man als dichter, De Periscoop, 1962.
Sent by Bert Bevers
www.alberthagenaars.nl
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