Must I Not Write? Poem by Ananya Guha

Correction: These poignant words immediately make me hear a melody played by an old beggar. There are dark things in any city that remain unmentioned in poems celebrating its fragile beauties. Some aspects of reality are so dark (qualitatively if not quantitatively) that they justify Adorno's pronouncement: poetry-writing has become impossible. And yet certain things cry out to be written about. Your repeated question is true to your torn heart. Any city has a body of water that draws a pensive soul with its current, and there is NO stopping the reverie that gestates a poem.

These poignant words immediately make me hear a melody played by an old beggar. Dark things in any city must remain unmentioned in poems that celebrate its fragile beauties. Some aspects of reality so dark (qualitatively if not quantitatively) that they justify Adorno's pronouncement: poetry-writing has become impossible. And yet certain things cry out to be written about. Your repeated question is true to your torn heart. Any city has a body of water that draws a pensive soul with its current, and there is stopping the reverie that gestates a poem.