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
Have you ever tried to write poems?