I love that poetry and poems exist, the ponderings over whether they always have existed or were invented at some time and have since evolved, however slowly: a slow invention of sorts like so many other phenomena. Or whether they have been a given fact or event always, and if people were aware of them, of poetry and of the poem itself, its structures and forms and meters, of the need for a moment that is not in touch with or is detached from its world or intensifies this both simple and complicated relationship with the world, contemplates upon the world, upon this relationship and the moment itself. A moment that does not so much think as it admires, wonders, celebrates, visualizes this touch or detachment, the insight of it, the ability to do so, and the language and form that make it possible. I love the ritual of poetry, which is a poem in itself, the phenomenon or event of poetry as it includes world, cosmos, while at the same time it reveals more world, it expands it, never limits the world, never has any intention of doing so, an event that is the continuous opening of the world and the affirmation of this opening. This will be a discussion with John Ashbery and his poem “Homeless heart,” Jacques Derrida and his text “Che cos’è la poesie?,” and Giorgio Agamben and his various short contributions on the nature and role of poetry.