To read a lot of trash mixing the blood of war with businessโs stench. To root out any happiness. To go out, and down, and on the road. To hesitate; to go on, and ahead, and back, and up the stairs, and in oneโs room. On the way, to notice that the mountain is still there. To lie and sleep, deeply, heavily. To reproduce nightโs sleep. To wake up, look through the window at green water, from the Bay to the mountain, and return to oneโs self. To remember that war is devastating Irak. To feel pain.
Etel AdnanI love contemporary poetry because it moves between what we call poetry and what we call philosophy. It joins these fields and makes writing more natural, as in how it is lived in the person. We donโt separate thinking from feeling in real life, so why should we separate it in writing?
Etel Adnan