It’s a question I’ve been asking myself lately, so I’ve decided to take a shot at some possible answers.
Note that these answers come from a purely personal perspective, and have no merit to them, other than the pleasure that comes from writing them down in this blog.
1. We need poems that speak of light and transparency.
Not the solid, clear cut, light of the sun at noon, the light of reason, the light of passion and will power in which Lucian Blaga’s poetry basks in his book titled The Poems of Light.
A different kind of light. A subdued and diffuse light – the light filtered by mists at dawn above brooks in the woodlands. Light overpowered by chillness and haze, gliding down over waters trickling downstream, casting shadows over wet stones.
An open and cold light, a taciturn light, swathed in mother of pearl rags, at night, when we wait for the gong of a dream, lurking by the window, hidden behind curtains.
2. We need poems that speak of the intent to begin each day with unfettered confidence in who we are and who we can become, when all obstacles turn to dust, and the verses of this poetry become the energy and the blood that courses through our veins.
Easier said than done.
Where can such poetry come from? Perhaps this poetry stems from the acknowledgment that each moment of a day is imperfect, and that every failure is an opportunity to start afresh – with honesty, and holding nothing back.
3. We need poems that speak of fluid rhythms.
Have you noticed the fluidity of time that we perceive – its movements, subtle accelerations and its incoherent direction?
Time – hours and seconds, as if broken in tectonic plates, floating in a sea of uncertainty, almost a charade, on which we have no bearing?
This vagueness that makes us curious to capture its volatility…
4. We need poems that...
..the list is open, feel free to add to it.
