Mass communication, radio, and especially television, have attempted, not without success, to annihilate every possibility of solitude and reflection.
But poets were not considered dangerous and they were advised to exercise self-censorship. At most, poets were requested not to write at all. I took advantage of this negative liberty.
This proves that great lyric poetry can die, be reborn, die again, but will always remain one of the most outstanding creations of the human soul.
Narrative art, the novel, from Murasaki to Proust, has produced great works of poetry.
Against the dark background of this contemporary civilization of well-being, even the arts tend to mingle, to lose their identity.
For my part, if I consider poetry as an object, I maintain that it is born of the necessity of adding a vocal sound (speech) to the hammering of the first tribal music.