Saturday, May 19, 2018

GEORGES PERROS (3)


The poet has no memory what so ever. The poet ís a memory.



The most beautiful poem in the world will never be but a pale reflection of what we call poetry, which is a way of being, or, as someone else would put it, a way of living.



Poetry is in the streets, in the drains, it's entirely disposed of hierarchy, it doesn't know. It doesn't know anything. It is the song of our ignorance.



Also see:

Frozen poets - Sculptures, graves and other traces of poets

Dutch poetry in Indonesian language, translated by Siti Wahyuningsih and Albert Hagenaars

Critical reviews on modern Dutch poetry



www.alberthagenaars.nl

Monday, January 29, 2018

GREG BEAR


Once, poets were magicians. Poets were strong, stronger than warriors or kings — stronger than old hapless gods. And they will be strong once again.




Also see:

Frozen poets - Sculptures, graves and other traces of poets

Dutch poetry in Indonesian language, translated by Siti Wahyuningsih and Albert Hagenaars

Critical reviews on modern Dutch poetry



www.alberthagenaars.nl

BERTUS AAFJES


There are poets who exactly know how to evoke emotion, which they force, and by doing so they mostly possess a natural modesty, which takes away away every witfulness from this 'tour de force'. It's probably no coincidence that female poets excell in this quality.




Also see:

Frozen poets - Sculptures, graves and other traces of poets

Dutch poetry in Indonesian language, translated by Siti Wahyuningsih and Albert Hagenaars

Critical reviews on modern Dutch poetry



www.alberthagenaars.nl