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Chargement... Scar Tissue (original 2006; édition 2006)par Charles Wright
Information sur l'oeuvreScar Tissue: Poems par Charles Wright (2006)
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Inscrivez-vous à LibraryThing pour découvrir si vous aimerez ce livre Actuellement, il n'y a pas de discussions au sujet de ce livre. More fluid and cyclic than other work I've read by Wright, these poems may not be for fans of Wright's earlier work, but I'd say they're more accessible and enjoyable for the average poetry reader (well, if such a thing exists). The poems mingle ideas of memory and scarring with lasting images, Wright's language so evocative that some of the poems are nearly unforgettable, and beg for rereading. There were many poems here that stalled my reading, forcing me to linger, and in the end I have to say that this feels the most polished and rawly emotional of what I've read from Wright....and I loved every moment of it. Absolutely recommended. Lots of pretty images and not a whole lot else. Here are some of my favourite quotes though. A God-fearing agnostic, / I tend to look in the corners of things, / Those out-of-the-way places, / The half-dark and half-hidden, / the passed-by and over-looked, / Whenever I want to be sure I can't find something. / I go out of my way to face them and pin them down. --Confessions of a Song and Dance Man Some things move in and dig down / whether you want them to or not. / Like pieces of small glass your body subsumes when you are young, / They exit transformed and easy-edged / Many years later, in middle age, when you least expect them, / And shine like Lot's redemption. / College is like this, a vast, exact, / window of stained glass / That shatters without sound as you pass, / Year after year disappearing, unnoticed and breaking off. / Gone, you think, when you are gone, thank God. But look again. / Already the glass is under your skin, / already the journey's on. --College Days Our lives, it seems, are a memory / we had once in another place. --Transparencies Whatever the root sees in the dark is infinite. / Whatever the dead see is the same. --Scar Tissue New skin over old wounds, colorless, numb. / Let the tongue retreat, let the heart be dumb. --Scar Tissue II aucune critique | ajouter une critique
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Hard to imagine that no one counts, that only things endure. Unlike the seasons, our shirts don't shed, Whatever we see does not see us, however hard we look, The rain in its silver earrings against the oak trunks, The rain in its second skin. --from "Scar Tissue II" In his new collection, the Pulitzer Prize-winning poet Charles Wright investigates the tenuous relationship between description and actuality--"thing is not an image"--but also reaffirms the project of attempting to describe, to capture the natural world and the beings in it, although he reminds us that landscape is not his subject matter but his technique: that language was always his subject--language and "the ghost of god." And in the dolomites, the clouds, stars, wind, and water that populate these poems, "something un-ordinary persists." Scar Tissue is a groundbreaking work from a poet who "illuminates and exalts the entire astonishing spectrum of existence" (Booklist). Aucune description trouvée dans une bibliothèque |
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Google Books — Chargement... GenresClassification décimale de Melvil (CDD)811.54Literature English (North America) American poetry 20th Century 1945-1999Classification de la Bibliothèque du CongrèsÉvaluationMoyenne:
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"If night is our last address
This is the pace we moved from,
Backs on fire, our futures hard-edged and sure to arrive....
"And where are we headed for?
The country of Narrative, that dark territory
Which spells out our stories in sentences, which gives them an end and beginning..."
Wright's poetry challenges us---not with obscurity or experimental language, but with living fully awake and aware, where "Something unordinary persists,/ Something unstill, neversleeping, just possible past reason."
The time spent being so challenged is well worth it.
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