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Read these poems to yourself in the middle of the night. Turn on a single lamp and
read them while you're alone in an otherwise dark room or while someone else
sleeps next to you. Read them when you're wide awake in the early morning,
fully alert. Say them over to yourself in a place where silence reigns and the
din of the culture--the constant buzzing noise that surrounds us--has
momentarily stopped. These poems have come from a great distance to find you. I
think of Malebranche's maxim, "Attentiveness is the natural prayer of the
soul." This maxim, beloved by Simone Weil and Paul Celan, quoted by Walter
Benjamin in his magisterial essay on Kafka, can stand as a writer's credo. It
also serves for readers. Paul Celan wrote:
A poem, as a manifestation of language and thus essentially
dialogue, can be a message in a bottle, sent out in the--not always greatly
hopeful--belief that somewhere and sometime it could wash up on land, on
heartland perhaps. Poems in this sense are under way: they are making toward
something.
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