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01-20-2016, 04:39 PM
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SOPHIE FOREVER
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01-21-2016, 11:44 AM
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05-16-2016, 06:14 PM
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02-08-2017, 08:50 AM
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SOPHIE FOREVER
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An excerpt from Aleister Crowley's "Leah Hirsig"
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02-08-2017, 01:38 PM
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mayor of spookytown
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Nina Cassian, Anne Carson, D.H. Lawrence, Louise Gluck, Anna Akhmatova, Richard Siken, Pablo Neruda, Lord Byron, C.K. Williams and millions more I'm not remembering right now.
Edit: And Leonard Cohen! Can't forget him. Edit #23423423: And H.D.! This is my favorite one by Siken: The Love Song of the Square Root of Minus One I am the wind and the wind is invisible, all the leaves tremble but I am invisible, blackbird over the dark field but I am invisible, what fills the balloon and what it moves through, knot without rope, bloom without flower, galloping without the horse, the spirit of the thing without the thing, location without dimension, without a within, song without throat, word without ink, wingless flight, dark boat in the dark night, shine without light, pure velocity, as the hammer is a hammer when it hits the nail and the nail is a nail when it meets the wood and the invisible table begins to appear out of mind, pure mind, out of nothing, pure thinking, hand of the mind, hand of the emperor, arm of the empire, void and vessel, sheath and shear, and wider, and deeper, more vast, more sure, through silence, through darkness, a vector, a violence, and even farther, and even worse, between, before, behind, and under, and even stronger, and even further, beyond form, beyond number, I labor, I lumber, I fumble forward through the valley as winter, as water, a shift in the river, I mist and frost, flexible and elastic to the task, a fountain of gravity, space curves around me, I thirst, I hunger, I spark, I burn, force and field, force and counterforce, agent and agency, push to your pull, parabola of will, massless mass and formless form, dreamless dream and nameless name, intent and rapturous, rare and inevitable, I am the thing that is hurtling towards you… Last edited by Chiomara; 02-08-2017 at 03:56 PM. |
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02-08-2017, 03:03 PM
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Anyone else really reluctant to read translated poetry?
I know firsthand how much even a good translation can ruin literature and with poetry this seems to be even more of an issue than with prose. I just can't read any translated poem without that thought lingering in my head and overshadowing everything else.
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It's more lighthearted (and yes, more "rhyme-y") than some of Eliot's other works, but humorous and enjoyable nonetheless. Very quick read. As much about human psychology as it is about cats.
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