Poetry

It is not for nothing that poetry is written by an inner child. He must be naive, pure, not lying, and having no taboo. You cannot have taboo, close yourself in a cage and think you’re a free and good poet. So it will not be. 

When it comes to fantasy, I think we all have flashy fantasy and sharp attention in childhood. Personality is blunted by the adult life and daily routine – alarm clock,  running to work, living only on a professional level, getting tired, shopping, TV, and bed again. There’s nothing left, no content, the fullness of the sky, the moon, the glitter of snowflakes. Such a person is like an amputee. 

I struggle with that all the time. Already as a teenager, I noticed a banal adult world and built a front line – I certainly wouldn’t be such. And I created my own rules. I always lived only by them. But still, I am not a poet…

This was confirmed to me by Hermann Hesse’s book “Steppenwolf” – to try differently, not to live by the values of the crowd…

© Fortune, 2020