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21 May, 2011

Poetry

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What everyone forgets is that passion is not merely a heightened sensual fusion, but a way of life which produces, as in the mystics, an ecstatic awareness of the whole of life, that it is in this way that poetry becomes the greatest truth, by intensification, condensation of experience. While poetry is considered by most as illusion or delusion, it is the only reality, the moment when we are completely alive.
Anais Nin
(is there anything she wrote that isn't genius?)

5 comments:

Clare said...

Oh, Anais. She was my savoir at one point. A woman, a writer, someone who lived there life accepting that they were never going to stop questioning and processing her life. *sigh* I have this mental image of her in a houseboat, hunched over a printing press, with ink on her fingers and a cigarette in her hand.

I hope you're doing well, I'm excited to hear that you're in grad school, that sounds delicious.

XO,
Clare

The Many Colours of Happiness said...

This is such a wonderful quote :) And the pic you put with it is perfect!

LatteLisa said...

Every since I got a sneak peak into her works in a course on literary theory some years ago I've been wanting to read more and now you just reminded me. Thank you!

And have a wonderful week ;-)

Petite Voyageur said...

love this

magdalena said...

ahh, completely true (and beautiful).
xx