In october 2003 one of the most interesting branch of research concerns philosophy of mind; as poets and intellectuals we can’t give up carefully overseeing what is happening, that is: technological advance, physical / physiological / mathematical theories and many fields experts cooperation are accumulating day by day data to elaborate how human brain works. Among various positions, the most reasonable to me –today- is that of Roger Penrose, the well-known physicist: the present knowledge is not enough to make a model win but it’s only a matter of time.

Setting out a remark by those terms leads to sorrowful observations: all (again: all) the past and present ideas of poetics are irrational, so that the fight is merely dialectical, then historicist. But while historicism keeps dignity as an idea and a method in high phylosophy, in the routine of daily life ideas (of every kind) assert themselves by hierarchizing more or less instrumental dialectics, according to mechanisms consolidated by anthropology and ethnology: better Levi-Strauss than Foucault. So it still has to be cleared up what poetry is, in the beginning of the third western millennium, beyond one among the various political display (that is to say: protest against something called power) of oppressed people, as since five thousand years.

My opinion will weigh according to the perceiving of my importance in microcosm i belong, microcosm to which i am indifferent because, as a good westerner (winner, a nice alfa male!), i aim at the macrocosm of large numbers, at consumption of brains in order to elaborate an acceptable model of mind and its working… then i refuse to be an illusionist administering poetics and/or critical grills, considering that an idle drill. On the contrary, i can trace a policy and declare what i do if i were a dictator (besides my business, of course) or what i promote if i acted for electors: would close humanistic faculties, would revive hard labour, would open theathres to pure research, and nuclear plants. I’d interdict some people from public matters too.

In conclusion: i’ve no score to gain for academy, am not interested in editorial world, don’t feel bound to sided logics nor to competition, don’t take drugs, never undertook psychotropics, don’t cry if lonely and write if i long to, keeping in my mind an overall plan. I wish i saw a man on Mars before i die. Am i postmodern?