A poet and a bard about what poetry is capable of: how they grow into reality and transform it.
“This is the phrase that has supported me for many years, since I am an adult aunt, and not a desperate girl in the middle of Moscow … Or in the middle of the whole planet. And it happened. But — «poetry is immortal.» Subtracted — and everything fell into place. I suspected there were a lot of hints. My wonderful older friends are Alexander Volodin, Bulat Okudzhava, Grigory Gorin. For example, they. In what special way were these texts composed — so alive, so much telling? I don’t even stutter about the 20th century or the Silver … Where do these prophecies come from? The old Latin phrase brought me together and focused. And so — having written in less than XNUMX years of nonsense about the fact that it would be nice, as an exercise, to produce a baby from each lover — I soon noticed that it would not work out differently. Well, it’s impossible. Time passed. My simple lines paved the track. And I already, almost with comfort, moved along it. I already wrote something with great caution. You never know what … Poems grew into reality and transformed it. I have not been surprised by this for a long time, but I have learned to take it into account. Poems live as they want. Where is the consciousness, or imagination even … Poetry should be taught to children from childhood. This is a great help to a person. Second reality. Third.»
Literally, the phrase Carmina morte carent means «Poems are devoid of death.» A line from the «Love Elegies» of the Roman poet Ovid (43 BC — 17 AD).