It is the job of poetry to clean up our word-clogged reality by creating silences around things.
Stephane MallarmeRead
As for me, Poetry takes the place of love, because it is enamored of itself, and because this self-lust has a delightful dying fall in my soul.
Interpretation
Poetry fulfills the emotional void of love, capturing an intense self-love that resonates deeply within.
In this quote, Mallarme suggests that poetry serves as a substitute for romantic love, emphasizing its self-referential quality. He appreciates poetry's ability to evoke deep emotional experiences, equating its beauty and intensity with the passionate feelings usually reserved for love, suggesting that this relationship with poetry provides a unique fulfillment in his soul.
In practice
Using this quote in a discussion about the relationship between poetry and personal experiences of love.
It is the job of poetry to clean up our word-clogged reality by creating silences around things.
The pure work implies the disappearance of the poet as speaker, who hands over to the words.
The poetic act consists of suddenly seeing that an idea splits up into a number of equal motifs and of grouping them; they rhyme.
A soul trembling to sit by a hearth so bright, To exist again, itβs enough if I borrow from Your lips the breath of my name you murmur all night.
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If you're any kind of artist, you make a miraculous journey, and you come back and make some statements in shapes and colors of where you were.
I find in all the artists that I admire most a disturbing element, a distortion, giving evidence of a struggle . . . . In great art, this conflict is hidden, it is unresolved. All that is bursting with energy is disturbing - not perfect.
Beauty . . . cannot be interpreted. It is not an empirically verifiable fact; it is not a quantity.
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