Sublime

Here’s Socrates, in Plato’s Phaedrus, on the “noble effect of heaven-sent madness”: The third type of possession and madness is possession by the Muses. When this seizes upon a gentle and virgin soul it rouses it to inspired expression in lyric and other sorts of poetry, and glorifies countless deeds of the heroes of old for the instruction of post

Poesia talvez possa ser também isso: exercício de dissolução entre vida e sonho.

The 400 Blows

irei até onde o ar termina, irei até onde a grande ventania se solta uivando, irei até onde o vácuo faz uma curva, irei aonde meu fôlego me levar.

The muse and angel come from outside us: the angel gives lights, and the muse gives forms (Hesiod learned from her). Loaf of gold or tunic fold: the poet receives forms in his grove of laurel. But one must awaken the duende in the remotest mansions of the blood.