cak_agus (cak_agus) wrote in writers_niche,

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The Intrigue of the Poet and His Work

(It is just the result of my feeling; I wish I am a poet. And, if the term of the feeling is right, then it is the beginning of science).

The “Book of Angels” is actually not "poetry."

Written by Nurel Javissyarqi*
Translated by Agus B. Harianto

What are you dreamed of in height of literary? (Goethe).

Poetry is dead periods. It is stopped on the stiffness of itself that had been hidden by flexibility. It could not move too far, when the "words" had been represented its existence. Hence the creation of poetry is a kind of training suicide so many times.

Who died there? It’s creator, humiliated by its honesty. Though it’s wrapped in secrecy, there remains a desire to be known, to be understood. Maybe it's another side of the wild behavior of poetry before it dies, before it buried in coffin of the words.

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