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One of the paradoxes of the West is the maintenance of a mythical position of modern consciousness, and this with the simultaneous super-rational organization and centralized direction of all areas of material and spiritual production. Modern literature also develops a paradoxical state in which extreme intellectualism, and this in its most bloodless, almost mathematical forms, coexists with the unrestrained fetishization of everything primary, elementary and cave-like. Even intellectual constructions are used as a method for conscious and refined digging into the ancient, archaic layers of life. A tired civilization, a psyche torn by neuroses, an exhausted intellect seek stimulants and a transfusion of blood in order to regain lost vital energies, to be refreshed by the living water of the original sources. The modern writer - super-rational, skeptical and isolated in the chamber of his narrow specialization - creates modern myths. (The rational gaze, cooled and threatened by disastrous self-alienation, throws itself into the arms of the irrational blind elements in order to regain its lost primary vision. This is done through the great wave of modern mythmaking.)

If we now start to claim that poetry lags behind life, it is like repeating something that has often been said. The idea that it lags behind modern life is not new - this idea, it seems to me, has existed since. as poetry itself has existed. We simply need to understand that the coefficient of selectivity in poetry is incomparably higher than, say, in prose. It is not by chance that Anatole France ironized the readers of poetry - with songs, he says, the case is the same as with women: the most beloved is always the best of all the others.