Poetry; the placeless

The reason we go to poetry is not for wisdom, but for the dismantling of wisdom

Jacques Lacan

But if there is a relation between us and poetry, it lacks simplicity and directions since poetry has no place and the poem is the placeless to which there is no way and to which we cannot go, which deprives us of ourselves and our reason and puts us in a relation with the unknown, which is neither wisdom nor its opposite, and the elsewhere where breaking up is infinite, from which nothing escapes, leaving us “ourselves” dispersed and scattered.

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