Poetry is a sort of inspired mathematics, which gives us equations, not for abstract figures, triangles, squares, and the like, but for the human emotions. If one has a mind which inclines to magic rather than science, one will prefer to speak of these equations as spells or incantations; it sounds more arcane, mysterious, recondite.
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Friday, October 17, 2014
TED HUGHES
The inmost spirit of poetry, in other words, is at bottom, in every recorded case, the voice of pain – and the physical body, so to speak, of poetry, is the treatment by which the poet tries to reconcile that pain with the world.
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Thursday, October 16, 2014
LEONARD NOLENS
Today I hate all poetry. I long for a businesslike and speculative parlando. No magic tricks, no pulling out all the stops with sounds, no concealed music; talking in myself, as if someone is sitting here beside me; the peaceful musing in the loneliness of a sleeping house. Beleaving in the honesty of this.
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Monday, October 13, 2014
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE
The artist must copy what is inside the object, that which exercises its action by the intermediary of the form and figure and addresses itself to us by means of symbols: the spirit of Nature.
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Friday, September 26, 2014
BERTUS AAFJES
Whan I read poems by Lucebert I get the feeling the SS has marched right into poetry.
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DOINA IOANID
First of all it is a delight when you compose a poem or a collection of poetry and can see that the material, initially indistinct, by words and images is developed into something full of expression.
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Saturday, September 20, 2014
ROGER NUPIE
Game and reality: I believe the tension between these two elements is required to write poetry. What one experiences, feels, should get another dimension than just autobiographical facts, should become that other reality. What would poetry otherwise be than indulging in navel-gazing?
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