In the midst of endless hardships, there is no denying that poetic work holds a certain delight when it comes to choosing rhymes, choosing them and then seeing their effect. No matter how mechanized the process, the discovery of an unexpected rhyme is always pleasurable and stimulating, becoming like an addiction that only makes the poet more and more attached to language. After all, it is an addiction that ends up being productive and, once experienced, makes one wonder about the indifference with which some poets have repelled it.
Category: Notes
At Least One Lesson Can Be Learned…
At least one lesson can be learned from skeptics: clinging passionately to a belief is almost always foolish; the best thing is always serenity, in the face of doubts and certainties. To cling is often to close oneself off, adding to the belief a feeling that time amplifies, to the point where, at the slightest setback, a violent reaction is displayed. At the end, not knowledge, even if it is present, but only emotion manifests itself.
The Man Who Needs to Understand Reality…
The man who needs to understand reality and understand himself in order to make an attempt at integration will be a stranger. And he will feel more like a stranger the more he understands about reality and himself, the more he becomes convinced that what he knows is too little, and that he cannot accept reality just because it is. At the same time, he will be attacked from all directions because of his incapacity for passive adaptation, and will end up stigmatized for being what he is. He will therefore face great and unique difficulties because he cannot get rid of his predisposition. Only with luck will the world seem less than hostile to him. And despite all this, and despite how much he faces and how much he suffers, his unhappiness will only be guaranteed and complete if he fails to do his duty.
It Is Somewhat Curious That There Is a Veiled…
It is somewhat curious that there is a veiled homogeneity in the idea of historical evolution in the modern West, when there is enormous accessibility to established historians whose works dismantle this very idea. In other words: the subject proclaims what he has discovered very well documented in a reliable source, sometimes in a publication that was published more than half a century ago, and is still regarded as crazy, as an enemy and as a criminal. For some reason, the veiled consensus wants to remain immune to certain works. But it should be noted that, at least since Hegel, being a historian has, to a large extent, also become being iconoclastic.