Written by Nurel Javissyarqi*
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
What are you dreamed of in height of literary? (Goethe).
Poetry is dead periods. It is stopped on the stiffness of itself that had been hidden by flexibility. It could not move too far, when the “words” had been represented its existence. Hence the creation of poetry is a kind of training suicide so many times. Lanjutkan membaca “The Intrigue of the Poet and His Work”