Monday 13 August 2007
Poetry gets away with a crime so innocently; it instils in the youth a spirit of romantic idealism, which has little in common with reality. What do these poets know what love is? The only kind of love they have experienced (if they have experienced love at all!) is unrequited love. But instead of recognizing their failure, they idolize it... they construct a whole myth of 'ideal love' around it, burying real love beneath layers and layers of poetic metaphor. They mutate it into something sterile and unrecognizable. Oscar Wilde was perhaps right when he wrote about love: 'The poets have killed it.' A person who has only learned to venerate the pain and bitterness of love, calling it 'sacred', begins to see the happiness in love as a sin. When a person stubbornly asks for 'eternal' love, he refuses the joy of the finite love which life does offer. These poets make you run after a dream, only that you may wake up and find yourself in a nightmare. It makes me very sad to see that adherence to a flawed and obsolete theory of poetic love is bringing so much misery and pain in the lives of so many intelligent and creative young people.