You hear the rah-rah talk most often from writers, not readers. Their argument is rooted in the suspicion that what they do is usually pretty irrelevant and doesn’t mean much to anybody else. Trying to rebrand poetry as inspirational or therapeutic, anything other than poetic, suggests desperation. Zbigniew Herbert knew something about poetry and hope. In 1984 he told an interviewer with The Manhattan Review:
“Writing—and
in this I disagree with everybody—must teach men soberness: to be awake. [Spoken in English.] To
make people sober. It does not mean, not to try. But with a small internal
correction. I reject optimism despite all the theologians. Despair is a
fruitful feeling. It is a cleanser, from desire, from hope. `Hope is the mother
of the stupid.’ [This is a Polish proverb.] I don’t like hope.”
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