Chapter 10: You Can’t Win ’em All
The first question:
I’m not skilled in any art. Poetry sometimes happens. Dance happens through me. I feel now there is such a thing as the art of living, of life. Have you a comment?
That is the right way. Poetry cannot be done, it can only be allowed. Poetry is not a technique, you cannot learn it. It is a happening - so is all art. Skill is not the central core of any art. Skill is of course needed, but that is secondary. And if the essential is there, one learns the skill easily, it comes. If the essential is not there, then you can become very skillful, you can know all the technique of it, and still you will never become an artist, you will remain a technician.
And there is no need to become a technician. Poetry should not be there as a performance - it should be a sheer joy, a celebration of life. You need not bother whether somebody comes to know about your poetry or not.
The wild flower - nobody may come to know about it - still blooms! Be a wild flower. And don’t think of exhibitions. Dance as the dance comes to you. There is no need to be skillful about it. If the skill starts coming to you slowly, slowly, without any effort on your part, that’s good; but there is no need to go in search of it.
You say: “I am not skilled in any art.”
Then art is possible. The skilled person is a closed person. Have you ever heard of anybody becoming a poet by learning the art of poetry? In fact, the universities and the colleges put people off poetry. The more they teach, the more it becomes impossible for anybody to become a poet. They destroy something rather than create something.
The moment you start thinking about poetry as a craft, as skill, as technique, you have missed the point.
Poetry is like love: you need not learn it. It is love of life! When you are happy, it flows. When you are overflowing, it flows in many ways. Sometimes in color - painting is poetry in color. Sometimes in dance - dance is poetry in movement. Sometimes in song.and then by and by it starts transforming your whole life. Then your whole life becomes poetry.
Buddha is poetry lived, so is Jesus.
You say: “Poetry sometimes happens.”