A beautiful madness, the highest alert

Poetry, like thoughts and other things of nature, happens in the shortest time, without any special knowledge, questions the existing totally, is self-fulfilling and remains secret even when one understands it. Precisely by virtue of its language, it is not called upon to give explanations of itself, but rather is an invitation for anyone to cross that open field of every lived and living experience where ‘there is no inch / that cannot collapse / from one moment / to the next’. Laura Accerboni and Marko Miladinović are not even sure whether the floor is left or not, but they know no other way than this special attitude, this sublime claim of the word, to live freely.