Helene Cardona's Blog - Posts Tagged "pleasure"
Life in Suspension reviewed by J.C. Hallman in The Brooklyn Rail
A Poet is a Mood: Life in Suspension reviewed by J.C. Hallman in The Brooklyn Rail
"The
dual-language aspect of this surprising volume, which just as often will have you thinking of Rumi and Rilke and Neruda, offers a unique archaeology-style pleasure of penetrating a psychic poetic cavity that generally remains undisturbed... And… you remember being with the poet for these moments stolen from an unlikely life."
http://www.brooklynrail.org/2016/12/b...
"But Cardona is different, I think, and [her] dissertation on James is the clue. In both letters and fiction, James asserted that all the arts are one, and what he meant was that a novel can aspire to do what the gigantic Tintorettos in the Louvre do. In short, we should no sooner segregate media than people....[These poems] compile to form the chronicle of a traveler, without fixed language, without fixed nationality or profession, moving physically from Bar Harbor to Chalkidiki (it’s Greece), and emotionally from the calm of floating alone on a lake to the inner hurricane of watching a loved one slip from this world to the next. En route, there are these poetic hesitations, the vibrancy of life trapped in amber."
Read the full review: http://www.brooklynrail.org/2016/12/b...
"The
dual-language aspect of this surprising volume, which just as often will have you thinking of Rumi and Rilke and Neruda, offers a unique archaeology-style pleasure of penetrating a psychic poetic cavity that generally remains undisturbed... And… you remember being with the poet for these moments stolen from an unlikely life."http://www.brooklynrail.org/2016/12/b...
"But Cardona is different, I think, and [her] dissertation on James is the clue. In both letters and fiction, James asserted that all the arts are one, and what he meant was that a novel can aspire to do what the gigantic Tintorettos in the Louvre do. In short, we should no sooner segregate media than people....[These poems] compile to form the chronicle of a traveler, without fixed language, without fixed nationality or profession, moving physically from Bar Harbor to Chalkidiki (it’s Greece), and emotionally from the calm of floating alone on a lake to the inner hurricane of watching a loved one slip from this world to the next. En route, there are these poetic hesitations, the vibrancy of life trapped in amber."
Read the full review: http://www.brooklynrail.org/2016/12/b...
