Poetry, poetics, with occasional forays into other arts and politics
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Whatever “unreal”, “fictional” elements it consists of – whether it takes us on a journey, is woven together with dialogue, hyperbole, astonishing juxtapositions, the tissue of myth – poetry situates itself in the reality we live, is a direct interpretation of that reality. It is portrait, emblem, not a parallel world. Hence there is no such thing as escapist poetry. Poetry is real; it is the ultimate non-fiction.