Wow! Yes, I'll second that. In my estimation everything is poetry and poetry
is everywhere.
The boundaries are long gone.
RA
Eryk Salvaggio wrote:
> "Revolution is made possible by making hope possible,
> rather than despair convincing." -Hunter S Thompson
>
> If you don't think it is possible to capture hope in art, then
> I don't know what you are doing in art, no offense.
>
> Take a look at the films and carnivals filmed in the middle
> of Nazi Germany, the idealistic slogans in Czeckoslovakia
> in 1968, even Andrej Tisma in Sarejevo before he switched to
> militant insanity.
>
> If there is one spark of hope in an oppressive culture, it is
> the responsibility of the artists to find it, and hope it spreads,
> and the more little sparks, the more likely there'll be a wildfire.
>
> As far as that woman who stopped writing poetry to feed her
> children- that doesn't make any sense to me. How does a poet
> stop being a poet? Its impossible. Theres a trick to not losing
> poetry, its called writing it down. Scratch it into wood.
>
> I also find the idea that ones poems are from a finite resource a
> bit religious and corny. Poetry is everywhere, it is a substance
> that washes through you like air, all you lose is your inability to
> breathe, see, or hear. It can't get used up; what an awful idea,
> perpetuated by the people who have lost themselves and are too
> tired to find it again. Poetry is not a luxury to a poet; to a poet,
> its an unshakeable [though beautiful] disease.
>
> -e.
>
> Kathy Forer wrote:
>
> > At 11:07 PM -0700 8/25/00, Eryk Salvaggio wrote:
> > >But I also have heard, numerous times, of the art there, and
> > >all of it deals with the need for the spirits of people to be elevated
> > >out of the extreme poverty and structure.
> >
> > Is it possible to address this in art?
> > Even given the need for heroic overcoming, can the artistic spirit
> > triumph in such dire circumstances;
> > If art exists there, it can't be so extremely hopelessly
> > impoverished. Art too can't live without nourishment, it mostly fails
> > in the face of insurmountable extremes. A story about the poet who
> > had to stop so she could feed her children; when they had grown and
> > she had some freedom she couldn't write either, her work had gone,
> > either used up or lost.
