Tag: literature

It is easy to imagine the contempt of a Western intellectual when looking through a few pages of Eastern literature, and easy to understand the reasons for his contempt. However, he notices the absence of his usual standard, but does not question the basis of what he reads. If he did, perhaps he would open a door. Perhaps he would change, perhaps he would grow, perhaps he would learn something new that he never imagined. But ignorance is one of those sins that cannot be admitted. To recognize that, with a whole life behind, the essential was not perceived… It is much more comfortable to waste what remains of it as well.

Although it is never assumed, and never proclaimed, there is an all too obvious qualitative difference between poetry based on lies and that based on true impressions. To assume this, however, is to take a fresh look at many of the poets laureate, something that nobody seems willing to do. But it should be noted that, if taken seriously, there are perhaps no worse advisors and no worse liars than these countless poets who wrap everything in sensuality: what they call “beauty”, ‘sweetness’, “charm” is simply false. How can they be considered so eminent if they only know how to work with illusions? They lack reality and the realization that true beauty remains. It is certainly more difficult, but not impossible, to conceive a laudatory poetry that is based on a real perception.

In the life of study, sooner or later, one has to develop the ability to deal with the paradox that one should or should only read what one wants to retain, although knowledge of piles and piles of books is necessary for progress in any serious study. There is never a definitive solution to this dilemma. It is necessary to read, and to read slowly; but the real interest that sustains attentive reading wants to go after sources, wants to broaden one’s understanding more and more: the result is a list of next readings that only grows, indefinitely. It soon becomes clear that it is not possible to read everything one wants to, that one has to choose. But choosing is another problem: it is necessary to mix the safe with the mysterious, the unexplored, because one never knows exactly what can be found in them. Finally, the study has to delve into lists, titles and indexes, and if it does not find everything it’s looking for, it has to recognize that finitude necessarily denotes a limit to what can be sought.

In literature, good taste is not taught, nor is that fine perception that a good reader develops and which is infallible in detecting falsehood in a text. Sometimes, even if the author impresses with his handling of language, even if he works with it skillfully and, linguistically, the text sounds natural, everything is lost if it lacks authenticity. In this case, the false shouts and there is no trick capable of camouflaging it.