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Poetry simply asks for our life. And asks for our death. Day by day, everyday.

Sure you can read and write poetry just for amusement, or pleasure, or even for the mere exhibitionism.
This is nice and good, it’s like gardening, or hiking, or collecting pipes.
A charming hobby.

Poetry, I mean TRUE poetry, is something more — and something less.
It’s not just “writing”. It’s something you NEED to, like your breath. And it needs a continuous hard and even painful work.
Poetry is a destiny and a destination, and you will never reach it. It’s the travel to it.


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