It is incredible to see how poetry, from the middle of the last century onwards, has become practically unreadable. Unreadable and bad, with very few exceptions that seem to belong to another time. It is no use, not even with the utmost goodwill can the problem be overcome: contemporary poetry, at best, looks interesting, it deceives when endowed with an obscurity that seems to hold some treasure. In short, the effort to understand it never pays off. It is a shame.
Even Though They Border on the Unreal…
Even though they border on the unreal and inconceivable, mystical texts are undoubtedly more enjoyable reading than the petty literature of the banal. Because the former, like legends and fantastic literature, has a much more stimulating suggestive content than this commonplace realism, which makes reading seem like a tremendous waste of time. If it is to immerse oneself in letters, let it be so that the mind expands, and not so that it becomes trapped in what requires neither letters nor imagination.
Disdain Is the Most Childish Response…
Disdain is the most childish response to the reality of miracles. Facing them sincerely is an unparalleled exercise in humility, which imposes an awareness of insignificance and vulnerability that is foreign to modern presumption. In fact, to face them sincerely is to run the risk of slipping into a state of paralysis, perhaps discouragement, in the face of the irrefutable confrontation between what there is and what one is.
It Has Always Been Up to Philosophy…
It has always been up to philosophy, not religion, to demonstrate that one is before, after and beyond matter. Until recently, this was a matter of consensus, as the humblest peasant could attest to it, even if his only tool for validation was direct perception. Today, of course, everything has changed. And when we take into account the simplicity of the reasoning that leads to the necessity of the old conclusion, it is truly astonishing how many obstacles modern man has to overcome in order to reach it. He first has to undo an infinite number of deceptions, get rid of a series of stupid notions, in short, uneducate himself. And the worst thing is that saying it this way does not express the tremendous effort required to do so, which involves an almost detachment from time and an almost denial of experience. This effort, as we can see, seems to require the fiber of a devotee, which is why the so-called conscience today is more easily attained through religion than through philosophy.