Thursday, November 17, 2016
One can't convert a lie into a good poem, there's something in the form that will make it impossible. Where, except in poetry, one can read a text and feel that one has to do with life and the world as they really are? In a world in which so many lies are spread by so many media about other countries and cultures, in which states are ruled by ideologies that enforce the population a structure of lies, reading poetry from another country or another time, is an important antidotum. It is balm to the reader, a moment of beauty and having clear sight.