January 14, 2013

How do you are writing a poem? Whether it is of excellent style, tawdry, stupid, clearly sloppy, or original?

Even if we erudite in versification, rhetoric and stylistics, it may appear to hang. If you think of a task, the publication, the existence of an actual immediate audience, the paper will remain white. If you use rites stable and if you program your job, the sheet may remain white.

If you will force the rhyme, perhaps appear scattered pages of rows in prose, and this is not a bad thing. So what? In the precise act of composing poetry that you think, maybe there is not a rule but an operational criterion (mutable): you let go of the “should”, so that the emotions are not forced.

You let go of the analysis, and you listen to your body, not ontologically, or subjectively, or into sense of ethics or erotic, maybe later, but just the body, here and now.

Maurits Cornelis Escher, Drawing Hands, 1948.

Let him come all that overwhelms you from the outside.

Let him come anxiety and fear.

Later you will meditate, you will analyze and will correct everything. This is not an investment, because you have no interest and guarantees. The prize is always one: yourself.