The poet is the amphibian of delirium.
It is not given to us to understand the truth. It
is given to us to understand the erratic.
Poets are maximum errors. In them the human project
is ripped apart. Each of them is an Icarus-esque descent, a hazard of Altazor,
precocious precipitation. I say precocious because we—all of us—will
precipitate. But poets do not wait for death to occur in order for the collapse
to occur. Poets lose hope. Poets encounter the precipice promptly. That
precipice, when it is not the precipice of death, is a ridiculous precipice.
There resides the value of their adventure.They
have dared to crash.
from Empire of Neomemory by Heriberto Yépez
Published on April 06, 2015 16:16