Saturday, May 19, 2018
GEORGES PERROS (3)
The poet has no memory what so ever. The poet ís a memory.
Victor Hugo was a madman who thought he was Victor Hugo” Jean Cocteau
The most beautiful poem in the world will never be but a pale reflection of what we call poetry, which is a way of being, or, as someone else would put it, a way of living.
Poetry is in the streets, in the drains, it's entirely disposed of hierarchy, it doesn't know. It doesn't know anything. It is the song of our ignorance.
Frozen poets - Sculptures, graves and other traces of poets
Dutch poetry in Indonesian language, translated by Siti Wahyuningsih and Albert Hagenaars
Critical reviews on modern Dutch poetry