Irwan's Reviews > The Forbidden Rumi: The Suppressed Poems of Rumi on Love, Heresy, and Intoxication
The Forbidden Rumi: The Suppressed Poems of Rumi on Love, Heresy, and Intoxication
by Rumi, Nevit O. Ergin
by Rumi, Nevit O. Ergin
All this time I have been more inclined to prose than poetry. Simply because prose seems to lay everything on the table. No hidden corners, or time bombs waiting to explode as much as in poetry, especially considering its relatively compact forms.
But when it does explode, it takes you to the highest elevation. To ecstasy! I must admit, it feels gooood! It fulfils more than just intellectual satisfaction.
Poetry plays with metaphors. Poetry doesn't have to obey common modes of reasoning. Reason! That is exactly what Rumi wants us to abandon. "Reason cannot stop your tears".
Lastly, poetry provides more work to do to readers. Maybe I have been just lazy all along hehehe...
Hmm.. probably I should read more poetry. More Rumi too.
But when it does explode, it takes you to the highest elevation. To ecstasy! I must admit, it feels gooood! It fulfils more than just intellectual satisfaction.
Poetry plays with metaphors. Poetry doesn't have to obey common modes of reasoning. Reason! That is exactly what Rumi wants us to abandon. "Reason cannot stop your tears".
Lastly, poetry provides more work to do to readers. Maybe I have been just lazy all along hehehe...
Hmm.. probably I should read more poetry. More Rumi too.
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Reading Progress
| 12/15/2009 | page 15 |
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8.52% | "You've never annihilated yourself so music and dance can't touch you." |
| 12/16/2009 | page 29 |
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16.48% | "The greatness of absence is far greater than the illusions and promises of paradise." 1 comment |
| 12/18/2009 | page 50 |
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28.41% | ""I'm not afraid of anything." "But nothing exists," he said. "So don't even talk about it." |
| 01/06/2010 | page 112 |
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63.64% | "Man's mind and reasons have created/ the cold loneliness of separation, /But when he warms up with that wine, where is the mind?..." 2 comments |
| 01/07/2010 | page 118 |
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67.05% | "A life without the love of art/ is an empty, wasted life./ Nothing else matters./ Other words are nonsense on this path." |
