a minimal threshold

I think of simple things of life in the same way I do in relation with good lines. The day-to-day banalities of life contains as much poetry as the good lines contains usual life. The border between them can be passed over – on both directions – only on the base of an active conscience, only due to a big effort of maintaining the sensitivity’s level at a minimal threshold. Without this effort of will, the risk of passing indifferently by the life situations speaking in terms of lyricism and to read in vain lines which are intimately related to life is hard to be avoided. And what is more “exciting” in this equation is that nothing guaranties the expected result: poetry. Nevertheless, the minimal threshold is worth to be maintained, even by artificial means, such as the refusal to be like people think a poet must be and the ambition to reach as near as possible from what they expect from one who is supposed to be a poet.