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Treating subjects from landscape to sculpture to a 19th century technical encyclopedia, the poet is fascinated with light, glass, mirrors, flame, ice, mercury--things transparent, evanescent, impossible to grasp. Likewise Swensen's lyrics, which, with elliptical phrasing and play between visual and aural, change the act of seeing--and reading--offering glimpses of the spirit (or ghost) that enters a poem where the rational process breaks down. From "The Invention of Streetlights" Certain cells, it's said, can generate light on their own. There are organisms that could fit on the head of a pin. and light entire rooms. . Throughout the Middle Ages, you could hire a man. on any corner with a torch to light you home. were lamps made of horn. and from above a loom of moving flares, we watched. Notre Dame seem small. . Now the streets stand still. . By 1890, it took a pound of powdered magnesium. to photograph a midnight ball. "Goest, sonorous with a hovering 'ghost' which shimmers at the root of all things, is a stunning meditation--even initiation--on the act of seeing, proprioception, and the alchemical properties of light as it exists naturally and inside the human realm of history, lore, invention and the 'whites' of painting. Light becomes the true mistress and possibly the underlying language of all invention. Swensen's poetry documents a penetrating 'intellectus'--light of the mind--by turns fragile, incandescent, transcendent."--Anne Waldman… (meer)
Informatie afkomstig uit de Engelse Algemene Kennis.Bewerk om naar jouw taal over te brengen.
Life is not a personal thing. --Gilles Deleuze
Opdracht
Informatie afkomstig uit de Engelse Algemene Kennis.Bewerk om naar jouw taal over te brengen.
to Anthony Hayward
Eerste woorden
Informatie afkomstig uit de Engelse Algemene Kennis.Bewerk om naar jouw taal over te brengen.
Oddly enough, there was always a city block of clear weather on every side of her, a space just large enough that the casual passerby simply thought, "What an odd spot of calm," and often even people who knew her well never quite put it together, as, after all, it's not that unusual to have a break in a storm, though they'd develop, after a while, an odd inclination to be with her without really thinking out why.
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Laatste woorden
Informatie afkomstig uit de Engelse Algemene Kennis.Bewerk om naar jouw taal over te brengen.
There's a wedding in a field I am passing in a train / a field / in the green air, in the white air, an emptier here / the field is everywhere / because it looks like something similar somewhere else.
Treating subjects from landscape to sculpture to a 19th century technical encyclopedia, the poet is fascinated with light, glass, mirrors, flame, ice, mercury--things transparent, evanescent, impossible to grasp. Likewise Swensen's lyrics, which, with elliptical phrasing and play between visual and aural, change the act of seeing--and reading--offering glimpses of the spirit (or ghost) that enters a poem where the rational process breaks down. From "The Invention of Streetlights" Certain cells, it's said, can generate light on their own. There are organisms that could fit on the head of a pin. and light entire rooms. . Throughout the Middle Ages, you could hire a man. on any corner with a torch to light you home. were lamps made of horn. and from above a loom of moving flares, we watched. Notre Dame seem small. . Now the streets stand still. . By 1890, it took a pound of powdered magnesium. to photograph a midnight ball. "Goest, sonorous with a hovering 'ghost' which shimmers at the root of all things, is a stunning meditation--even initiation--on the act of seeing, proprioception, and the alchemical properties of light as it exists naturally and inside the human realm of history, lore, invention and the 'whites' of painting. Light becomes the true mistress and possibly the underlying language of all invention. Swensen's poetry documents a penetrating 'intellectus'--light of the mind--by turns fragile, incandescent, transcendent."--Anne Waldman