Det 3. årtusindes hjerte af Ursula Andkjær Olsen er en anmelderrost digtsamling og vinder af Montanas litteraturpris 2012.
Montanas litteraturpris tildeles et dansk værk, som er med til at berige og flytte grænser, og som vinder af Montanas litteraturpris 2012, må Det 3. årtusindes hjerte i den grad siges at opfylde disse kriterier.
Man kan som læser genkende Ursula Andkjær Olsens særegne stemme, men bogen betegnes også som et nybrud i forfatterskabet. Handlingsmæssigt beskæftiger bogen sig med store emner som fx kærlighed, moderskab, tab og forholdet mellem mennesker. Bogen er på én gang stringent opbygget og samtidigt fyldt med lidenskab og store følelser.o
A sprawling and brash manifesto that reads the networks of modern life as organic (bodies circulated in, orbiting around, the third-millenium heart). As the poem accrues bodies and concepts, the poems get more exciting, sharp, and personal. The relationships between the distinct bodies become muddy in a way that really made the emodiment/transformation suggested by the title come to life. I read it quickly and I found a real and satisfying sense of climax toward the end of the book as everything gets muddier and messier.
Also, the equivalencies and forumlas strewn throughout the brought to mind the idea of the mesh from Timothy Morton's the Ecological Thought. Also, a recommended companion piece to this is Sarah Vapp's Viability.
But the refining of loneliness has begun, it’s going to be a castle; it will become your castle that can later gain two towers, can later lose one, two walls. – {from} the section DARLING GLORIA
In reading, then re-reading, Third-Millennium Heart, by Ursula Andkjær Olsen, as translated by Katrine Øgaard Jensen, I scratched, beneath other penciled-in marginalia, two things: perhaps I have avoided myself into existence and he takes a holiday as something maternal to do with your time. This book has goals for its body language, and, with a claustrophobic sparseness, seems a first for finality. These are entries written in the surroundings of your outer-sibling, where a red pacifier suns itself in a dream some hole is having about my mouth. Your mouth. I don’t know. There is a nobody and, as a nobody, she will name identity. I think some of these passages, here, were changed by the reader.
As a thing propelled by its inability to continue, Third-Millennium Heart is a terrifying, and lovingly unreliable, work by a writer acutely aware of the obliviousness in self and in other. It carries itself with a chronological intelligence, is joyous, and deepens all things ahistoric with its unsleeping and uprooted verse. As a pair, Ursula Andkjær Olsen and Katrine Øgaard Jensen awaken the moment, are alive to scarcity.
This strange, stirring collection of poems form a haunting post-human epic. I read it slowly, my copy is filled with notes and markers. Now to prepare a response/review for publication.
Outre, recursive, blunt, brilliant. At times it reads like a looping, slightly repetitive, body horror manifesto (which is not a complaint), but recurring themes of pregnancy, capitalism, detachment, and more gradually build into something momentous and moving over the course of about 200 pages. While it reads like one long poem, or maybe 5 or 6 pretty-long poems clear with thematic breaks and a discernible structure, don’t let the length deter you. The translated language is stellar, dark, slightly alien, and oddly punchy, and it reads like a violent breeze.
Hvis din død er meningsløs, må det være, fordi du er meining, og din forsvinden ville være forsvinden af mening, dér i mit fjerne indre, dér, dér rinder meinung ud, rinder rose, navn ud.
Min urin har lugtet mærkelig skarpt de seneste dage.
I had the great privilege of reading with this author at the Ottawa Verses International Poetry Festival a few years back. Stunning reading of a gloriously stimulating book of poems: at once searing and rather funny; the translation, propulsive; the syntax is the thing. Beautiful. Rewards re-reading. XRSS
I want more than just love: I want to become an army, become water I must penetrate everything. I want what I am pregnant with, all that a human can be pregnant with to become an army, become water
Den er svær. Rigtig svær. For en simpel fyr som mig. Bølger lidt op og ned og frem og tilbage. Der er nogle højdepunkter både før og efter midten et sted, men de er lidt svære at placere - og fastholde. Det er garanteret meningen fra forfatterens side, for hun er så sat... dygtig. Helt klart fire stjerner, hvis jeg forstod mere. Må læse den igen senere. 'Skønheden hænger på træerne' er stadig favorit.