Without even realizing it, we sometimes spend our entire existence wisely copying; we copy the gestures of the people around us, the words we learned from our parents, we imitate the ideas of others, and even our dreams no longer belong to us. This is often life ; a long lesson that we must patiently learn by heart so that we can recite it every day without making mistakes. Those who don’t know the lesson we know them well, don’t we? But yes, you have probably already met these strange beings who stumble at every step and seem not to know how to live! Most of them are poets. While we contemplate life without seeing it, the mind full of rules, orders and precepts that prevent us from seeing beyond and make us cross the world without surprise, they find in a flower, a corner of heaven, in the vision of a bell tower, in the features of a face or the sound of the rain knocking on the window, a little beauty that surprises them, fills their soul and pushes them to participate, in turn, in the poetry of the world. They then take their pen and draw on a piece of white paper the forms that are born in the depths of their imagination; they do not imitate, they do not copy and do not repeat their lesson. They invent Worlds that do not exist and the most mundane scene of everyday life, which has become poetry, acquires a supernatural force. They leave the hard benches of the school and reach spheres that are unknown to mere mortals; spaces where the stroke of the pencil has the power to create a new universe, deprived of the banality of everyday life.
You will tell me : "how happy these men must be. But we were not born poets ! Where would we find this beauty that invades them every day? The pen is not our friend, we do not know it and we do not know how to use it. We are too heavy to fly to the skies and the “language of flowers and mute things” is unknown to us…"
Think again, dear friends! One is not born a poet, one becomes a poet! We are beings full of feelings, passions, hopes and regrets; in our minds, there are ideas, memories, and amazing images that we never take the time to contemplate and understand. We are complex beings; each of us has an inner richness that can become a creator of beauty. All we have to do is sweep the back of our brain and our heart, and the pen will do the rest. Slowly, the sentences will take shape at the end of your pencil and a new world will open up to you, a world in which you will finally be free.
We decided to create this blog dedicated to creative writing first to have fun. Because writing is above all a pleasure. Our goal is to prove to you, and to prove to ourselves, that writing is accessible to everyone, and that everyone can bring their little pinch of salt to the great edifice of the dream and the imagination!
So, pick up your pens!
Fred, Mitia, Sasha and Naïad
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