Hyla Levy
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The poetic act has no past, according to Gaston Batchelard. I’d add to that: the future of the poetic act is of no consequence. The poetic act belongs in the immediate moment.
Somebody walked by that thin slab of wood cast aside on this pile of sand and experienced a poetic moment. It was expressed in a crude, unsophisticated way — hurried, lacking in refinement, unpretentious. A primitive but amusing scrawl. And yet deeply poetic.
Beneath the obvious suggestion of being trapped and buried is the promise of escape. Imprisonment has no past; the future of escape is of no consequence. Breaking free belongs to the immediate moment. Breaking free is a poetic act.
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