The act of writing can be a very mysterious one if we can put aside our egos and listen for the insights
the spirits are sending through us. I like this line very much: 'No - I don't write, I open a breach in the dusk so the dead can send messages through.' Any good poet, with a sense of the transcendent, will relate to that.
I am Uruguayan, next to Argentina. Alejandra is very well known here, very loved. Being able to read it in its original language is a treasure. (I don't speak english well, sorry).
This is striking. For some reason I knew before I read it that she had take own life.
Is it more likely that creative people will do this more than others? Or is that a myth?
I had a creative writing teacher who was a favorite of mine. This was a statement he made one day that made me very sad.
Are creative people simply more likely than others?
I had a difficult time being in that class after he made that statement. I asked if he had made it up He had no statistics to back it up and I really wanted an answer. It was at the end of the of he school year when he approached me and sad a professor in college who told him and he was sorry that it had upset me so much.
What I couldn’t say then that it scared me as I thought of myself as being a creative person and I could never do that.
I still think of myself as being creative and still know that would never be an answer for ME.
I think people in many areas think there is no other answer. I wish they could talk and tell people it is NOT an answer.
The act of writing can be a very mysterious one if we can put aside our egos and listen for the insights
the spirits are sending through us. I like this line very much: 'No - I don't write, I open a breach in the dusk so the dead can send messages through.' Any good poet, with a sense of the transcendent, will relate to that.
An innermost epiphany.
Poetry for the ages that lasts longer than the poet who succumbed to life’s tossing stones.
Powerful poem.
‘Extracción de la piedra de locura’ and the long prose poem of the same name /
as the title suggests, the book contains the most elaborate of Pizarnik’s meditations
on the subject of madness / our favorite poets are special inspectors of madness.
I am Uruguayan, next to Argentina. Alejandra is very well known here, very loved. Being able to read it in its original language is a treasure. (I don't speak english well, sorry).
Thank you for sharing that, Jimena. It's very good to know that she is loved.
What is this job of writing? To steer by
mirror-light in darkness.
Powerful and tragic.
Exquisite as a spider web in sunlight after rain.
I write with the blind malice of children
pelting a madwoman, like a crow,
with stones. No—I don’t write:
I open a breach in the dusk
so the dead can send
messages through.
I can taste the blood on this one
Well said, Nate! Me too.......
holy shit
yes oh yes! holy shit!
ordered her book yesterday
extracting the stones of madness
it felt like
the least i could do
even though
i often do less
This is striking. For some reason I knew before I read it that she had take own life.
Is it more likely that creative people will do this more than others? Or is that a myth?
I had a creative writing teacher who was a favorite of mine. This was a statement he made one day that made me very sad.
Are creative people simply more likely than others?
I had a difficult time being in that class after he made that statement. I asked if he had made it up He had no statistics to back it up and I really wanted an answer. It was at the end of the of he school year when he approached me and sad a professor in college who told him and he was sorry that it had upset me so much.
What I couldn’t say then that it scared me as I thought of myself as being a creative person and I could never do that.
I still think of myself as being creative and still know that would never be an answer for ME.
I think people in many areas think there is no other answer. I wish they could talk and tell people it is NOT an answer.
Wow that sure went dark …. 😮💨
That overwhelmed me
Stunning
Just Wow.
Outstanding
Dark.
A fine poem.