"Flaubert is categorical: poetry is a silent adventure of the soul, a lived event that has nothing in common with language; more precisely, poetry takes place against language." Sartre, The Family Idiot
What might this mean? that poetry disturbs
language, like a wind making a
curtain flutter. Poetry is a force of silence inside language itself.
For Flaubert, language is always a foreign substance introduced into one's being, a socially stamped material imposed on the soul. The silence of poetry is the rebellion of this mute soul against
the foreign power. The affirmation of a silence within and against language is the
affirmation of the unique soul. This soul is only visible in the warp and ruffle it introduces into the general order of language.