Entry 408 — The Pleasure of a Poem
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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