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Saturday, 24 April 2010 17:30

The value of the word

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What makes a word a word or poetry more broadly what makes a language a poetic language? I asked this question by reading the verses of a poet so that, as first impressions have left me puzzled.
While I sense that there was also some sensitivity, even with some knowledge of poetic tradition and richness of language, but I felt that this poet had not really conquered the word ... the words. Know the poetic tradition, can sometimes be a disadvantage if you are not able to locate it in time and place where it was written. About hon composed verses in his youth by Dante or Leopardi display of unusual words now! (Prose holds the best record of changes and the use of words now infrequent.) Yet, matures, we understand that they are not the old-fashioned words that make valuable poetry, or allowing to recover a lost sense of a language now often despised by everyday use and functionality make of it. Quite the opposite. It 's just everyday language and the word frustrated by the constant use drugs and become constituent elements of poetry when someone who really has the ability to get to the bottom of things he knows to reveal the expressive potential. Remove the veil and releasing the old sense of the word and meaning given in the time that has gone through and gives value to the individual sound, syntax level, this makes some words in a row a poetic text. At least for me ...
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