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Saturday, August 06, 2011

from a brief article by Ray Waddle in The Tennessean:

Poetry feeds the soul, people say. What on earth does that mean? Poetry offers what a soul hungers for in times of stress and bewilderment — precision, alertness to beauty and poverty, fury, honesty, renewal.

Society now is networked, connected, stressed. We elect politicians to fix government, and Washington is now more impotent than ever.

A culture that still respects the silent spaces needed for poetry (or walking or praying) still believes in the soul, its desire for adventure, its power to transform individuals and even public life. It sounds absurd to say poetry can save the republic. It’s outrageous enough, these days, to be true.

Columnist Ray Waddle is a former Tennessean religion editor who lived in Nashville 20 years. Now based in Connecticut, he can be reached at ray@raywaddle.com.


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It sounds a little hokey, but I believe it, and agree with it.
Posted by Peter at 3:57 PM
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1 comment:

Joannie Stangeland said...

Thanks for posting this.

I think poetry can also help people to navigate the gray areas and dichotomies (that abilty to hold two or more conflicting thoughts in your mind at the same time).

Maybe we should send poems to Congress.

August 11, 2011 8:39 AM

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Poetry can communicate before it is understood. ~T. S. Eliot

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Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history. ~ Plato

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A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep. ~ Salman Rushdie

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Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason. ~ Novalis

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Poetry is what maintains our capacity for contemplation and difficulty. — Carolyn Forche

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Poetry must have something in it that is barbaric, vast and wild. — Denis Diderot

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Sometimes something wants to be said, sometimes a way of saying wants to be used. — Paul ValĂ©ry

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