So, what of the potentials of poetry, extending beyond verse and stanza like the path of a child running into the traffic.
Allow poetry its due, the play of colour, form and shape. Allow a domination over notions of artistic perfection and accepted modes of appreciation, and succession over interpretation of meaning and critical discourse.
The silencing of transcendental ideas.
This avoidance of the detrimental command of language.
Rilke first stated, “enclosures around the limitlessly wordless.” The obvious contradiction that takes place within them; a contradiction appreciated and employed by true poets, showing limits and pervasive style functions.
Beauty, it seems, is not enough for poetry. It must rise to the ideals of itself, and all the paradoxes contained therein.