Sweet Reader’s Prejudices/ Sladki bralski predsodki

Quite recently, a young poet sent me one of his poems, a poem which drew a lot of attention in his home country and was likewise noticed in Ljubljana’s artistic corridors. He wished to share it with me because, well – I’m not really sure why. Probably because people like to share their creations, expecting praise, agreement and approval, through which we consolidate the conviction that we are already good enough and that the gates to artistic paradise stand wide open. I’m cynical, of course, but at the same time, I know that such a position far too often corresponds to the truth. As we send each other our creations, as we exchange them amongst ourselves, we don’t expect criticism, we don’t fish for the truth, we don’t want much to change but for everyone to tell us how great we already are and how all we must do is continue. At the end, it is our personalities as well as our art that suffer. But that’s a different story altogether.