Friday, May 27, 2005

Dangerous Love

Art is never chaste. It ought to be forbidden to ignorant innocents, never allowed into contact with those not sufficiently prepared. Yes, art is dangerous. Where it is chaste, it is not art. Pablo Picasso

How do we prepare ourselves for the danger of art? Children do this so well, Picasso talks a great deal about children and art—the only true artist. Say dangerous words around preschoolers and they will be on you like a tick, to a dog.

Love. Hate. Death. They seek this danger. I have never met a child who builds safe little homes; they build bridges, wars, cathedrals. They kill off who they love and they bring us back again.

I long for my poetry to be dangerous, to seek out exactly who it is I am afraid to see, to write it all down. I had this wonderful discussion with someone about knowing. I have always had this deep sense of knowing. Writing for me is this long talk with myself, yet even to write that, contains the word and it's so much more.

Where it is chaste, it is not art Where it is controlled, where the poem is told to go that is not beauty. We have all read them. The ones that are crafted so well and the others, the others which make no sense because it should not work, not really. It is more than the sum of its parts.

4 comments:

LKD said...

You've expressed this longing for your poetry to be dangerous previously, and rather recently, so it's obviously something you think is important; perhaps stepping over the line that divides safety from danger is what will take your poetry to the next or to a new level. So, I can't help but wonder: What do you think is holding you/your poetry back? Why, dear TE, are you hesitating on the cliff instead of leaping off?

And, incidentally, whose poetry do you think embodies this danger of which you speak? Who's jumping?

early hours of sky said...

Oh good questions Laurel but I may need coffee to answer them. I also need to write you back.

Off the top of my head I think Olena Davis is dangerous. I think Paul Celan was.

Why dont I jump? Well I think one of the rules of diving is that you make sure the way is clear. Maybe that is why I think about it so much. Also I just dont think my writing is mature enough yet, this is my time of learning.

Anonymous said...

FYI: Is poetry dangerous? What can poetry do that advertising, political campaigns, fiction, reportage can't? Who decides what a "dangerous" poem or poet is?

Seeking contributions for an anthology of Dangerous Poetry. Poets whose work is selected for inclusion will then write a brief (500-1000-word)essay on what makes poetry dangerous--their piece in particular and poetry at large. Is formal poetry dangerous? Is free verse dangerous? Is LANGUAGE poetry more dangerous than surrealist poetry? Can the State trust poets?

Dangerous times demand dangerous poetry. Deadline Dec. 1, 2005. Overseas submissions welcome via e-mail with prior query.

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loveandsalt said...

That was a beautiful post. I don't know if you are holding back, as Laurel suggests (she obvously knows more of you and your work than I do) but perhaps you are just deepening the container for love and hate and joy and despair? That's more gradual than a leap, but no easier undone.
This means a lot to me, and helps justify continuing with some things I feel I need to write, though they really "shouldn't" work. Thank you.