The world needs poetry

The world needs poetry

The mantra of the last fifty years has been "safety".  It is the mantra of a world full of fears, populated by increasingly fearful beings, less and less human, who want to make less and less effort and live with greater security. By now these beings, only apparently alive, are today clearly willing to lose all freedom, chronically bent and soft, both physically and mentally, ready to totally giving up on authentic existence.

The best possible cure, if not perhaps the only one, is poetry. By this, I do not mean that more sonnets should be written and read, but that people should seek a new poetic impetus in their actions and choices. The poetic impulse rests on an authentic spirituality, on the perception of being part of something mysterious that overwhelms us, on the understanding that the only certainty and security is death and that no matter how hard we try to get away from it. To ward off death, to forget about it is the antechamber of personal hell.

The poetic impulse means focusing on the Beautiful combined with the useful, on the intrepid and brave gesture and not on the "safe" one, being ready to sacrifice everything for Truth and self-knowledge.

Poetry is written with the blood of one's own life and the "sonnet" is the perfect action. 

m.m.