Twilight: Photos Armand.
René Menard
Reflections on the vocation of poetry
A fly a plane.
The loneliest
unknown
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Everything is related to poetry but never interviewed. Any proposal that does not concern you but is also a testament to the validity of which depends less on the experience and the sincerity of the witness to the sole discretion of the listener. Thus, when poetry is in question, more general freedom becomes a natural condition of the debate.
Hence, these considerations are not presented in accordance with a linear order of exposure, by implication, would give a false idea of \u200b\u200btheir nature. Do not look for it, but some glimmers of a prodigious galaxy that shines in the sky man. They have, in short, another object of inspiring to take part in a search that, with all the other roads at present obscured or interrupted by chasms, it seems to be the largest and perhaps last chance of salvation.
To the Poet, Poetry is both a loneliness and an exchange.
much so, that speaks of it in terms of disclosure, but also in the familiar tone of the experience. Forces you to remain honest to subordinate it yet light to catch. There is never anything purchased in Poetry, nor predictable. Each poem is both the first and last. This permanent insecurity, always assumed this risk, tend to
to our expectation both sacred and that instinctive caution, in particular men whose vocation is constantly passing through nature. For Nature-that is in us, which is outside us, is the starting material of poetry. She provided the initial terms of its specific relationships with the human spirit, that poetry should maintain fair. But nature is present from the stones with the foot stumbles and finds its way to the fascination of the stars that shine all over everyone. The approach to poetry but can not be tempted by this diversity.
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Nothing that comes from truly leads Nature the feeling of ugliness. On the contrary, nature is almost always moving. At least, indisputable. A blade of grass, a pebble, calm the spirit as well as the forest or the sea. The elemental joy is to recognize our kinship with them. Contemplating the Nature responds to almost all of our being.
But the least concern, the slightest movement of the spirit shown by our uniqueness, we qualify. And we experience the need for the artwork. Art is what we need to be included in nature to meet fully our nature. Any work that is not included in ourselves is not beautiful to us. From there we felt the same, but always immediately, of beauty. Are the measure of its value.
Similarly, the natural expression of feeling is almost always right. Love or dispute of men use very often a strong and convincing language. There is no way that the proximity of the vessels of humanity to degrade the language. But natural language also does not answer all our being.
then comes poetry that is never free but always created and included in natural language. Poetic language is the prior existence of a franchise, language qualified sharply increase the beauty of existence that gives us the strength to be fleeting the instrument of the mental evolution of the species.
of making explicit is some movement of the soul and give it more transmissible expression just by the mere use of words.
A search alert that requires all the powers of the spirit. Means being involved then perhaps specific to each poet. The most general are: silence, the benevolence of the body, extreme attention to reviving the atmosphere leaving material and the interior dispositions that have been at the root of the generating emotion of the poem.
If the resurrection is enabled, the transposition verbal of these circumstances are true of course. Recovered reality expresses itself immediately and collusion check essential words (both in its usual sense as its loudness) with
representations to which they relate. The current force of mental and pitch accuracy are then aware of the authenticity of the poem and its aesthetic value. All poetic art is personal, and intrinsic to the development of the poem. A rule outside formal ruling does not appear to make sense only when it is considered a necessity after the operation the same spirit. And there is no valid reason to impede the freedom of the poet with other charges that respect the genius of the language it employs.
Natural language is simple and concise. Poetic language must participate in these qualities, failing to move away from our immediate understanding. There are beautiful poems that do not have to be understood. Must take place within ourselves. This incorporation can force ourselves to a certain gym. The blame for our weaknesses and our lassitude can not ever be poetry. Is it, exactly, which dissipates. Not for us but we won the Poetry Poetry that conquers.
That sobriety necessary to poetic language on the other hand responds to mental health needs of men of this time. The government of the Earth and our presence in the life becomes so complex and so nuanced, we are forced to the economy of the signs of expression, as we are subject to the need of rest and soon
of life. The time appears increasingly as the only dimension that represent an obstacle. It should live it as much as possible in visual acuity. The word poetry is just the mental time lived in his greatest acuity.
Economics and perfect propriety of words to modern poetry confer the power retained by memory without the aid of prosody. The strength and accuracy of poetic expression, generating a real thrill, should suffice for this entry. The intensity of our civilization becomes more refined and sensitive spirits.
There are no more conscripts to be necessary to spell: "Straw, hay!" Poetry has no rules that exist. In the seventeenth century, she neglects to Boileau:
Le silence éternel
De ces espaces Infinis
M'effraie ...
mort Le soleil or
Ne peuvent regarder fixement *
A serious difficulty for modern poets is that most of the vocabulary that names the actions and the things of this time has not yet obtained his naturalization in the language of Poetry.
If the poet can write "plow" or "mill" hesitate to change in use "tractor" or "turbine." The only words that you feel compatible are those that designate objects or expressing ideas and feelings of kinship with the old man. Words orders ending the man in relation to their natural behavior. But the proscription of the terms arising from the expansion of modern technology separates the Poetry of the domains that our civilization widens every day, restricting the concrete supports that the poet can find in his contemplation of the world. Tempted by the abstract expression of feelings, passions and dreams, the poet is exhausted. And this more so than a long and glorious poetic literature precedes ours, and the themes and images drawn from nature in her nakedness, or man's first tools have been used in almost all of its possibilities. While witnessing desperate attempts, but harmful, renewal, based on the disintegration or deformation of the language, or even on the sole use of its members.
Nothing further from the Poetry that such evasions, which come before the intellectual imagination of a real need for expression, which very often does not exist.
A poet honest I can not but take the greatest precautions when it comes to modifying the language. Better than anyone, he knows that any expression of not receiving his credentials as true if not respect fundamental human solidarity. However, the language is the most general, most active of this solidarity. If it is sometimes necessary for the poet to risk misunderstanding and even isolation, can not do this but with full knowledge and common resources ceiling. The expression of poetry does not support or rule, or the license, and a poem is never free if it is in the freedom of poetry.
His constant conversation with the language gives the poet the sense of permanence and diversity of the human condition. The search for the words required to express the poetry makes you appreciate their contours and their real desires. For him, poetry never does miracles. She tested ruthlessly. Many possible accommodations with the rest of life, compared with the rigor insurmountable!. Hence, many poets to give up poetry as soon as the existence in society are unbearable. I find it harder to imagine a poet without anxiety that a broker without lungs. But the quality of pain is something to consider. There's little miseries which suffocate. The great poet allow the joy, love, idleness. Just that they are linked to the human condition. Unlike most men, who seem to live as if they were immortal or holders of a truth, the poets are often themselves like monks to try to draw out the skull that is the only furniture of his cell. In the days of his greatest opportunity, mental orgasm that illuminates them, leaves them still broken. His peace and rest, always fugitives, but do not originate from a friendly look, especially a young look. Better than anyone, the poet knows that happiness is not given to men but by other men. But he knows also deny them the right to disturb. Hence his reputation for indifference, and even selfishness. In fact, it has good nothing else to do to serve the clawing carpet or their droppings contemporaries.
The greatest poets have their banks of silence and left tackle for them.
Each poet lives his life on a single poem whose fifteen or twenty upcoming versions will be taken into account.
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creative effort but not get an infinitesimal change mental alloy of humanity, that is, for that matter justified. It is not necessary to refer only to those large bars still Melt: Heraclitus, Aristotle, Plato, St. Paul, Augustine, Aquinas, Descartes ... to name but a few of our recent history.
poetic energy, arising from some, but not transmitted to a small number, this translates to expressions of a more current, tracing the lines of force of the prose. This prose, after successive degradations, enriches the language of common man. Erratically, there are words, images. Human alloy, however, has changed. Come after new poets, who recall the language of their elders.
If the poet does not allow poetry to inhabit organically, you'd better abandon it.
There is only the poem. The poet does not think "poetic" but to be suspicious.
Respect Poetry poet to discard this claim as a contemporary philosopher who distorts Poetry trial.
Respected and therefore free, poetry speaks with accuracy. No images used contradictory terms, no change of tone without need, and easily attaches to the natural order. The ascent to the poem gives the sense of hierarchy. So many emotions, ideas, memories, words and weary on the slopes!.
Restore hierarchies, recognize the laws of human gravity (in ourselves and other men), respecting distances measured accurately, these are the first commandments of Poetry, which wants a world breathing respirable.
About poetry, often spoken of "invisible world" if not "absolute world." Poetry would be a reflection of these worlds, the translation possible for men, including some mysteriously. But it is not wrong thinking about poetry on the basis of abstract notions, since the only formal tests of Poetry are given by sets of words referring to the visible world and
concrete?. No doubt they seek a new representation of reality. away from it, at least.
If poets have experienced for a century the need to separate the poetry of ordinary reality, it is because they understand that it is in a state of decomposition. Their rejection was a cry of alarm. Then, a number of cowardly suffocated in the caves of the City flogged by lightning. Comes time to re-
up what remains of the walls, together with single men, carrying stones and winches, and exorcise in her eyes the reflection of the storms. If one starts to die, that is the open sea of \u200b\u200bthe verb. Since we have no other horizon.
Less than a quarter of an hour by plane, the vertical of the earth, we enter into the perpetual night. At the time of the most beautiful sunset, do not need to remember a darkness so close?. The domain of clarity over land is less hope that the skin on the body ... What immediate picture of our condition!.
For the spirit, what the night is further? She meets and around the summits of the world? The highest poems are only half-enlightened. They let an impenetrable shadow. Should not we understand that the mystery comes from this natural cause?.
But the poems highest base their foundation on the clear reality of earth. The night is but an inevitable event. The poet does not accept it but the last rays of the reverberation of the sacred on Man. In the path of his ascension, he breathes the light as much as possible. Thus poetry raises a just order, which goes from the evidence, single daily land, to the anguish and stupor in front to what the word no longer penetrates.
Poetry's vocation is to offer a clear conscience, fleeting states, difficult thoughts, perspectives without rest for the eyes. Only our own darkness can hamper. The thickness of those who oppose it allows full measure of our mental vigor, and sometimes our health física.Una of the most serious offenses to the poetry would believe that in their vocation comes the rejection of the narrow limits of the human condition . But it can sometimes achieve, significant expansion for most of us and, indeed, not long endure.
you endure our eyes smaller stars in the sky?.
The music of poetry is inexpressible. To testify about the relationship that binds, I would say that music is the poetry that peace of mind is intelligence.
throws so dark poetry about death as clarity about life.
True poetry no consolation at all.
morale, promises peace of mind for the improvement, is a natural friendships Poetry.
internal movement decides she is in relationship to the movement of poetic creation. It is always preferable to self-expression. But there is no free friendship and the gift is always the Moral Poetry.
The Moral love to express the prophetic voice of poetry. Hence the confusion. Poetry may be the beauty of the Moral. Its nature is not therefore more committed than the color against a picture.
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ambiguity we must recognize Poetry attests to our spiritual failure.
Theologians have given up driving to humanity. Philosophers have stuck in their attempts to replace the theologians. Insiders in the science and techniques that it originated not have this ambition. While humanity gasps behind politicians, people from the immediate contingency and limited agreements, and should not ever be performers but some biological and spiritual understanding. Our first task is to recover from the political right have not abandoned but not like herencia.Aunque Important to society, diseases affecting the human condition first but a few thousand individuals. But his fever is spreading rapidly to all mankind.
dark world of matter animated by the service of man, one day you will receive good news of Poetry?. Economists began to worry seriously by technical progress. Each denies the previous successes. Many industrial hesitant to a new machine Who can say that tomorrow there will be expired and will be lost with it the capital it represents? The example of the nylon useless it is necessary to stop production, it is so full of lessons. Overcoming these conditions leads to an airship that is inconsistent but with the loss of other freedoms. At least while the economic law remains the basic law of civilization.
But even if this law is retained, it is likely that the use of crystallization has effect only temporarily healthy. The evolution of the species overwhelm all prohibitions. The bronze tablets have not ensured the continuity of the law when it was religiosa.No as to stop the Man, eternal temptation. But to direct its expansion into higher grades. The spirit of inquiry should be excluded from the quantitative production to engage in give Beauty to the works of mechanical civilization. In the state that are currently found in this is material for the efforts of several generations. Do not close the labs. But engineers are also artists. Poets may help the formation of such complete heads. The heads of the Earth once knew.
Since the last state of our physics is general relativity, would require us to have a company policy, a result with that religion in physics. I wish that seems quite free. Never expressing the mysteries of the cosmos ancient conceptions were so impervious to almost all men as Einstein's equations. The different theologies were taught in many monasteries. The priests have long spoken the language of men. The laboratory is not transmitted but by fantasies or fears. Therein lies perhaps the essential drama.
The unity of spirit can not be achieved. Therefore, that freedom is forgotten or its powers are extinguished in the relentless test of a meeting of the principles of knowledge, which ends in despair that he is to fit a human head.
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Two classes dead-poets: those who protest Paradise Lost, those who promise a golden age flattering The first man pursues dreams from their maturity, while the latter seduced until they demonstrate their spirit of tyranny. His promises have no effect so clearly but outside perspectives and natural behaviors, as the inevitable temptation of those who make them is to impose the abstract world that justified. We must insist on this evidence: to abolish the distinction between good and evil is to abolish freedom. Is aspiring to become a kind of robot, which was ruled by instinct, the unconscious or the magnetization to the beatitudes materials.
As much as you touched, urges the separation of these poets Poetry ideologues. Fanaticism or sterility are their refuge. The prediction or conformist quietism your rack.
Other poets dream of a Paradise Lost or future, but they know his history, are aware of its fragility and its transience. and if they fire "saved for the future", also appreciate the situation on the ground horizons. Querequieren care is large and continuous. But the loyalty that keeps them our energy measures
intimate.
Without doubt, there aesthetic truth. Only, from adolescence to old age sets the sequence of preferences among the most significant men, always in the same direction. Here are some series that can serve as an example: For Poetry: Musset, Hugo, Baudelaire, Mallarmé, Rimbaud, for the music: Massenet, Chopin, Beethoven, Debussy, Bach. The reverse path is not followed ever. In this is food for thought.
Several times in my life, I happened to notice as a slope of stones, plants and animals in the direction of a state next to the word. All created things seem to twitch like a face racked with emotion. And it is truly a face a relative of the human face that seems to miss the houses, trees, animals
domestic. A faint distress soot hanging features the places and objects. Love then becomes precious and a sense primer.
Poetry is a well capable of all other goods.
breathes poetry like the scent of the islands on the sea.
* The eternal silence / of these infinite spaces / I'm terrified ... / Ni
the sun nor death / can look at him. [Pascal. N. E.]
Botteghe darkening, Rome, 1954
Translation: Raúl Gustavo Aguirre, Buenos Aires Poetry Movement
1950/1960, Buenos Aires, Editorial Fraternal, 1979
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