What draws poets to their ‘tortured’, almost maniacal states is the extreme analyticity of their thinking; beneath the prose and verses, though imaginative, romantic, and contra-rational, is the obsessive attempt of confining within language these spaces and experiences. Let’s call it somewhat of a desperate positivist clamor towards the logical, leading to an outflow of reason that breeds insanity. We conclude with a contrarian thought: poetry does not touch on what cannot be said, like what some would assume, but rather should leave it unsaid – dare to overstep and you’ve touched on the Real. Only then the real torture begins.
That, or you can take 170 flights between January and July 2022. Pick your poison.