Monday, June 4, 2018
STÉPHANE MALLARMÉ (4)
It's the job of poetry to clean up our word-clogged reality by creating silences around things.
There is only beauty and it has only one perfect expression: poetry. All the rest is a lie except for those who live by the body, love, and, that love of the mind, friendship. For me, Poetry takes the place of love, because it is enamored of itself, and because its sensual delight falls back deliciously in my soul.
Poetry is the language of a state of crisis.
Verse is everywhere in language where there is rhythm, everywhere, except in notices and on page four of the papers. In the genre called prose, there are verses [...] of all rhythms. But in truth there is no prose: there is the alphabet, and then verses more or less tight, more or less diffuse.
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