#writx

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Poetry is a sort of inspired mathematics, which gives us equations, not for abstract figures, triangles, squares, and the like, but for the human emotions.

Ezra Pound

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Triptych Thoughts: Celan • Weil • Eliot

I- Paul Celan, ‘Microliths’ [trans. P Jorris] II-  Simone Weil, ‘Gravity & Grace’ [trans. Crawford & Ruhr] III- TS Eliot, ‘Tradition and the Individual Talent’

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Style is a very simple matter; it is all rhythm. Once you get that, you can’t use the wrong words. But on the other hand here am I sitting after half the morning, crammed with ideas, and visions, and so on, and can’t dislodge them, for lack of the right rhythm. Now this is very profound, what rhythm is, and goes far deeper than words. A sight, an emotion, creates this wave in the mind, long before it makes words to fit it; and in writing (such is my present belief) one has to recapture this, and set this working (which has nothing apparently to do with words) and then, as it breaks and tumbles in the mind, it makes words to fit it: But no doubt I shall think differently next year.

Virginia Woolf on Style, from a letter to V Sackville-West,  16 March, 1926 (Sellected Letters)

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— Poetry as event Event = truth (“unhiddenness,” worked, fought for unhiddenness) Poetry as risk    Creation = / power-activity / Gewalt-tätigkeit (Heidegger) Truth ≠ accuracy (-i-: consistency)

— Paul Celan, notes from Microliths [trans. Pierre Jorris.]

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True poetry is antibiographical. The poet’s homeland is his poem and changes from one poem to the next. The distances are the old, eternal ones: infinite like the cosmos, in which each poem attempts to assert itself as a — minuscule — star. Infinite also like the distance between one’s I and one’s You:..

From above: invisible and uncertain. From below: from the abyss of hope for the distant, the future-distant kin.

— Paul Celan, notes from Microliths [trans. Pierre Jorris.]

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All genuine poetry is in a sense the formation of private spheres out of a public chaos

W.H. Auden [x]

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—Ezra Pound, ‘Vorticism’  1936

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La poésie déjoue l’image / Poetry foils the image

— Paul Celan, notes from Microliths [trans. Pierre Jorris.]