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Thursday, January 06, 2005

Natural Disasters of the Mind


Gurinder Osan / AP Posted by Hello

That something out of Dante’s Inferno can become too sentimental for words is no surprise. Tragedy, if I may borrow Patrick Rosal’s metaphor, requires a special “scream”. Not the scream of a rant, but that other scream, the one that travels in veins. Most poets are incapable of ever feeling the scream. It is not something they can prepare for. At the least hint of it, in fact, they will turn away digging for theories and methods, structures and forms. God forbid a tear. They no longer know how to write one. Traps of reason, natural disasters of the mind. Understood and forgiven when there is no thinking heart.

posted by Chaty at 1:51 AM

2 Comments:

  • gracias alberto. esa foto y las otras fotos de las manos me tocan sobre todo. lamentablemente, las manos son una parte del cuerpos de los poetas más utilizadas sino más desconectadas del resto de cuerpo.

    By Blogger profile, at 5:51 PM  

  • Te entiendo, Bino. Las manos, las manos que piden un grano de arroz. ¿Cómo pueden ser éstas las mismas manos que pueden matar en otras circunstancias? ¿Y las manos indiferentes?

    Tu siempre por aquí, Bino. Gracias.

    Alberto

    By Blogger Chaty, at 1:43 AM  

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