The poet is one who is able to keep the fresh vision of the child alive.
Anais NinRead
But I lie. I embellish. My words are not deep enough. They disguise, they conceal. I will not rest until I have told of my descent into a sensuality which was as dark, as magnificent, as wild, as my moments of mystic creation have been dazzling, ecstatic, exalted.
Interpretation
The quote reflects the struggle of expressing profound and complex emotions through language.
In this quote, Anais Nin conveys the idea that words often fail to capture the depth of human experience, particularly in relation to sensuality and creativity. She acknowledges her tendency to embellish her narrative, suggesting that true feelings are often concealed behind a veneer of language. This highlights the ongoing quest for authentic expression and the tension between reality and artifice in the pursuit of conveying one's innermost truths.
In practice
This quote can be used in a discussion about the limitations of language in capturing true emotions.
The poet is one who is able to keep the fresh vision of the child alive.
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We have been poisoned by fairy tales.
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I merely took the energy it takes to pout and wrote some blues.
I didn't want to write for pay. I wanted to be paid for what I write.
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