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We Have Made The Darkness Ours by Paul Eluard
translated by George Reavey
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I laugh still at the haughty woman
You treat like a sorry beggar
At the madmen you respect and the simple folk in whom you revel
And in my head that softly blends with yours and with the night
I marvel at the strange semblance you assume
A strange woman that resembles you that resembles all I love
And is always new
— Oct 12, 2019 05:32PM
translated by George Reavey
...
I laugh still at the haughty woman
You treat like a sorry beggar
At the madmen you respect and the simple folk in whom you revel
And in my head that softly blends with yours and with the night
I marvel at the strange semblance you assume
A strange woman that resembles you that resembles all I love
And is always new
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(Benn)...In his tense, songlike, strongly rhythmic, almost (but not quite) "beautiful," sometimes severely parodistic poems, studded with neologisms, he has raised a latter-day Darwinian literature, so to speak, to its loftiest artistic level. With bitter mockery and an absolute ethics he attacked everything idiotic, "Bolshevist," everything smacking of artificially and sanctimoniously postulated "human freedoms"
— Oct 14, 2019 12:28PM
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(Gottfried Benn)...his work was aimed at the annihilation of the rational, causal, logical world. He performed autopsies on history and man's intellectual heritage as he did on the bodies which we see in his earliest poems. Artistically his goals became "the transmutation of words" and "the creation of a new lyrical syntax"...
— Oct 14, 2019 12:26PM
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Gottfried Benn
Looking at the world through his microscope he saw man as creature, "a poor braindog, draped and encumbered by God," and found that man's genius had brought him...total dissolution. For the poet the only answer to this was the work of formative, expressive artist. Clearly the so-called world of reality was not the true one. Benn's concern from the first was not the empirical but the metaphysical...
— Oct 14, 2019 12:24PM
Looking at the world through his microscope he saw man as creature, "a poor braindog, draped and encumbered by God," and found that man's genius had brought him...total dissolution. For the poet the only answer to this was the work of formative, expressive artist. Clearly the so-called world of reality was not the true one. Benn's concern from the first was not the empirical but the metaphysical...
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The Wind Is Quiet
The wind is quiet, lord of the oldest keening,
Shall I be the last to arm myself for the dead?
Already the fire is memory only and ashes
And sound of a wing folded, and sound of a face dead
Are you willing to love only iron of the grey water
When the angel of your night will come to close the harbor
And shed in the motionless water of the harbor
The last flickers of light caught in the dead wing?
— Oct 12, 2019 08:53PM
The wind is quiet, lord of the oldest keening,
Shall I be the last to arm myself for the dead?
Already the fire is memory only and ashes
And sound of a wing folded, and sound of a face dead
Are you willing to love only iron of the grey water
When the angel of your night will come to close the harbor
And shed in the motionless water of the harbor
The last flickers of light caught in the dead wing?
Meredith is a hot mess
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Yves Bonnefoy p.88-94
Lovely intro to Bonnefoy on p.88
Includes: Theatre, Another Voice, Thus We Will Walk, The Wind Is Quiet, The Iron Bridge, Here, Still Here,
Translators: Galway Kinnell & Jackson Mathews (The Wind is Quiet, The Iron Bridge, Here, Still Here)
— Oct 12, 2019 08:50PM
Lovely intro to Bonnefoy on p.88
Includes: Theatre, Another Voice, Thus We Will Walk, The Wind Is Quiet, The Iron Bridge, Here, Still Here,
Translators: Galway Kinnell & Jackson Mathews (The Wind is Quiet, The Iron Bridge, Here, Still Here)
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Festival of the Moon
He went away to find the lands where white
Sobs of demonic rivers overflow
His mouth was open to the cosmic snows
He held the image that he loved so tight
His body by itself cast two shadows
The night of the sea pressed his open eyes
The man glided down the slopes of day
The dead man drank from the ocean's lips
And lived again because he had known love
— Oct 12, 2019 07:00PM
He went away to find the lands where white
Sobs of demonic rivers overflow
His mouth was open to the cosmic snows
He held the image that he loved so tight
His body by itself cast two shadows
The night of the sea pressed his open eyes
The man glided down the slopes of day
The dead man drank from the ocean's lips
And lived again because he had known love
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Robert Sabatier p.82-87
Includes: The Boatmen, Festival of the Moon, Mountebanks, Vegetal Body, Mortal Landscape, The Voyages, Living Light
— Oct 12, 2019 06:52PM
Includes: The Boatmen, Festival of the Moon, Mountebanks, Vegetal Body, Mortal Landscape, The Voyages, Living Light
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,b>Claude Vigée p.75-81
Included poems: The Enemy of Spring, The Cosmic Comedian, The Phoenix of Mozart, Blues, Chorale in December, Song, April, Epiphany - all translated by Patricia Terry
— Oct 12, 2019 06:48PM
Included poems: The Enemy of Spring, The Cosmic Comedian, The Phoenix of Mozart, Blues, Chorale in December, Song, April, Epiphany - all translated by Patricia Terry
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René Char p. 67-74
The Rampart of Twigs (translated by Jackson Mathews)
-This poem is crazy. I'm not sure what it means but it's entertaining.
"Young men, choose the dew of women, their lunatic cruelty to which your violence and your love can retort, rather than the dead ink of pen-murderers. Be swift muscular fish, keep to the rapids."
— Oct 12, 2019 06:37PM
The Rampart of Twigs (translated by Jackson Mathews)
-This poem is crazy. I'm not sure what it means but it's entertaining.
"Young men, choose the dew of women, their lunatic cruelty to which your violence and your love can retort, rather than the dead ink of pen-murderers. Be swift muscular fish, keep to the rapids."
