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"Lonely devil" "Lonely devil"
by Alexander Mikhaylov
2008-08-08 09:27:17
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Loneliness...
Without bounds, borders...
For how many years? Only loneliness
Complete, unbreakable, the wall…

The desert, the ocean, the sky…
They speak of cultures, countries, planets
Weather, sun, darkness of the night, a wind
But
What about loneliness, stretched for years
Like a road without signs?
When there’ll be the end?
When it all began?
Surely not yesterday
Not around here
It was
In some other place I am unable to name
I simply forgot or
It didn’t have a name to begin with
Maybe I have seen it in my dream, unless
My whole life is a dream
Oh, this is loneliness, this is
The essence of it, the sound of it,
The smell of it, the color of it…
It is not always gray, it is not always blue
It is not something you see but
It is something you can taste on the tip
Of your tongue, an aftertaste of a drunk night,
Cheap cigarettes, bile…It is always there
We
Do not required to be here, or there
Or anywhere…
They’d tell us it sooner than we ask
So we do not ask
We pretend that
We are not interested


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Emanuel Paparella2008-08-08 10:05:00
"Everything in creation has its appointed painter or poet and remains in bondage like the princess in the fairy tale 'til its appropriate liberator comes to set it free." - Ralph Waldo Emerson (Add a comment)

Michelangelo, who was also a poet, wrote a poem where he expresses exactly the same idea. He says in such a poem that the perfection of the statue is already inside the block of marble in bondage and the sculptor is the liberator that chips away at the excess marble till the statue appears in all its glory. The poet does the same with the excess of words.


Emanuel Paparella2008-08-08 10:09:31
P.S. Which means that the work of art is in the artist's mind before it is in the media through which it is expressed. The Greeks who were a bit wiser than us, understood that the universe existed in Somebody's mind (the nous) before it came int being in its material manifestation. Today's poets do not understand those thoughts any longer. Their poetry reflects it.


Sand2008-08-08 22:06:13
Paparella does it with an excess of words. Good poets are rigorously economical with language.


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