One experiences the main pleasure of a poem the moment one recognizes the truth it is a misrepresentation of.

This may be my best saying about poetry.  It came to me yesterday in response to a thread at New-Poetry.  (Without “main,” which I just now added, remembering the simpler pleasures poetry can give one.

One experiences the main pleasure of a musical composition the moment one recognizes the old music it is a misrepresentation of.   The statement’s logic holds for “a non-representational visimage,” too.  And “a work of narrative art.”

One experiences the main pleasure of a poem the moment one recognizes the truth it is a misrepresentation of.

This may be my best saying about poetry.  It came to me yesterday in response to a thread at New-Poetry.  (Without “main,” which I just now added, remembering the simpler pleasures poetry can give one.

One experiences the main pleasure of a musical composition the moment one recognizes the old music it is a misrepresentation of.   The statement’s logic holds for “a non-representational visimage,” too.  And “a work of narrative art.”

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