The posture of the wronged who remain silent is truly beautiful. Faced with a patent injustice, with all the reasons to rebel and fight back, he responds with silence. It seems to us, who observe him, that such an attitude is a moral lesson. This haughty stoicism, this detachment from pride and indifference to the outcome has a certain tacit grandiosity; of which exploitation or not is often the brightness or flaw of many tragedies. In life, such a spirit deserves from us nothing but respect.
Category: Notes
There Is a Curious Vacuum…
There is a curious vacuum that follows cruel, passionate, thoughtless acts, in which man extrapolates the limits of ethics. Conscience seems to emerge questioning reasons, when it is no longer possible to undo what one has done. A vacuum is imposed, usually resulting in regret for the unnecessary excesses. The comparison with the despot who, in a fit of rage, commits an injustice as undue as it is unnecessary, is fitting. Then it is noted that, for some, such a vacuum is instructive; while, for others, it seems to legitimize immorality and foreshadow even worse excesses.
The Concrete Wall
It is always a pleasure to reflect on those moments when expectation crashes at high speed into a concrete wall, completely destroying itself. There are few moments so favorable to a fair reflection, to a sensible examination of reality as those in which the present is disappointing and the future discouraging. Perhaps this is why pessimism is, in philosophy, the most consistent posture: because when it is based on such strong and obvious experiences, it is almost irrefutable. Moments like these have the power to impose, all at once, humility and silence.
Finally…
It is a real joy to see that, after almost a year of hard work and repeated regrets, I can finally register here that I have finished a new little volume of poems. In poetry, it is undeniable that there is such a prize. It pleases the feeling of being the author of finished verses, a feeling that is quite different with prose. It is pleasing, above all, because poetry surprises, due to the poetic technique itself, and surprises even the reader who is the author of the verses he reads. This surprising effect, when unveiled by the new reading, brings sincere satisfaction by evoking in mind the moment of brilliance of its creation. This is poetry: a lot of hard work, and a few flashes that seem to justify such work; flashes that, shining in the midst of a cohesive whole, confer immense value to a deceptively sterile creation.