When I speak of poetry I am not thinking of it as a genre.
Poetry is an awareness of the world, a particular way of relating to reality.
Andrei Tarkovsky
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Tarkovsky is so good. That quote would have worked really well with the magical shots of your previous post as well.
ReplyDeleteindeed it would have :-)
Deletemi-a venit sa plang de doua ori:prima data, cand am vazut ca ai postat-am simtit ca revine,intreaga,pentru mine, lumea pe care am asteptat-o de atatea zile; a doua oara, cand am citit ce a spus tarkovsky,cu aceasta idee, de a te racorda la realitate prin poezie-este un asa lux pana si sa vorbesti despre poezie astazi,in aceasta lume a cerebralitatii care inlatura totul din cale...e adevarat ca suferi mai mult,dar,din vreme ce,oricum nu ne putem sustrage complet suferintei,ea este dureros de dulce,nu?:)
ReplyDeleteiar fotografia imi reactiveaza amintirile copilariei mele in dorobanti,casa in subsolul careia locuiam, cu ferestrele ei largi si oblonite,de la nivelul carora vedeam gleznele trecatorilor-atunci,magia era gratis,nechemata,si lumea se trezea pentru mine firesc,in acelasi punct infinit-cum se intampla acum,aici,cand mi se umezesc ochii pentru a treia oara:)
magia din aceasta imagine ti se va parea si mai mare cand iti voi spune ca stateam langa m atunci cand am fotografiat :-)
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ReplyDeleteand YES once more :-)
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