LUT DE BLOCK (2)

Writing a poem is like putting together a Rubrick's cube. You have all the colors—words and images—but you have to get them in the right place. And there is only one possibility. After a long time of tinkering, you find the solution, you have the aha-moment. That's it. But with a poem, it sometimes takes months before you find that small word that suddenly makes the poem harmonious. Finished. Not in the sense of a perfect poem, but of a successful attempt. Each poem is an attempt to express something accurately.





When I can't get to my feelings, writing is an emergency solution when all other means fail. And that is not easy. Sometimes you are confronted with that helplessness to be able to express yourself. And in addition with the limitations of language. Music is much more direct in that regard. If writing without words were possible, I would still prefer to write poems without words.





Also see:

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



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