I am here. Those three words contain all that can be said--you begin with those words and you return to them.
Ars Poetica? (Czeslaw Milosz)
"I have always aspired to a more spacious form
that would be free from the claims of poetry or prose
and would let us understand each other with exposing
the author or reader to sublime agonies.
In the very essence of poetry there is something indecent:
a thing that is brought forth which we didn't know we had in us,
so we blink our eyes, as if a tiger had sprung out
and stood in the light, lashing his tail.
That's why poetry is rightly said to be dictated by a daimonion,
though it's an exaggeration to maintain that he must be an angel.
It's hard to guess where that pride of poets comes from,
when so often they're put to shame by the disclosure of their frailty.
What reasonable man would like to be a city of demons,
Our natural tendency to place the possible in the past leads us to overlook the acts of our contemporaries, who defy the presumably unmovable order of things.