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May 20, 2003 By Chris Uncategorized


Creation is a poem
Poem, which is “creation” in Greek and thus
St. Paul calls God’s Creation, POIEMA,
like a poem by Homer, Padre Angel used to say.
Each thing is like a “like”
Like a “like” in a Huidobro poem.
The entire cosmos copulation.
And each thing is word,
word of love.

— Ernesto Cardenal Cosmic Canticle, Cantiga 2 “The Word”

Vincente Huidobro (1893-1948) was a Chilean poet. He founded a school of poetry called “Creacionismo” or “creationism”

“Creacionismo was the apotheosis for Huidobro, a space where the poet could assume a role as the divine. In his poem “Arte po�tica” (Poetic Art), the final verse reads: “El poeta es un peque�o Dios” ‘The poet is a small God’ (Huidobro 69). This verse was the epitaph for his movement. Creacionismo licensed the poet to become the Creator within their poetic space, where the world of subjectivity was merged into the reality that the poet created. Huidobro maintained that the rise of Creacionismo was solely attributed to him, free of any direct influence. He describes his poetry as not singularly influenced, “but only by the universe of poetry that has been studied and felt”” (Perdig� 42).

Here is the full text in English of “Poetic Art”:

Poetic Art

Verse is like a key
That opens a thousand doors
A page turns, something takes flight
How many believing eyes look
And the hearing soul remains trembling

Invent new worlds and care for their word
The adjective, when it does not give life, kills
We are in a cycle of nerves
The muscle cluster,
Like I remember, in the museums;
No more do but we have less force;
The true vigor
Resides in the mind

Why do you the rose, oh poets!
It will flourish in the poem

Only for us
Live all things under the sun

The poet is a small god.

A small god making poems as nature creates trees. Singing them into existence.

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