A poem is a thing among things, a volume lost among the volumes that polulates the indifferent universe through the corridors and palaces of memory. The poetic sentence is indivisible, and the grammatical categories that disarm it are abstractions added onto reality: a mixture of spoken expression and posthumous elaboration whose linguistic beauty is the sentence as an organism expressive of a perfect meaning - sintactial groups corresponding to the unity of a representation, subject to the synthactical continuity of the discourse.
Poetry refutes Time and Space. The poet is the magician of the rational blindness that belies our finality without an end.
About Me
- Pedro de Abreu
- I am from Brazil. A poet, and sometimes a critic, I find it hard to condense in a single text the humane and intelectual trajectory of anyone. Here in this blog are a few texts, ideas, put forth by a simple mind, and person.