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Working within the domain of consciously reduced elements, Auster pushes language to its breaking point, locating the sayable within the shifting tumult of the real, and revealing a poetic voice that has been consistently faithful to its visionary impulses. ... Read more

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A precise concise poetry of being wherewe know we are not
These poems feel like poetry of a certain clear questioning existensial mind. They are precise and colored brightly. But after having read a long prose work of Auster's not long ago, I found them diminished things, not capable of giving anything like the context and complexity his prose can.
This too is a matter of understandibility. The language of prose we are told gives a clear surface meaning. The language of poetry is more resistant to this. And more the prose builds a narrative, and brings us characters and situations. The voice of the prose I am thinking of, 'The Brooklyn Follies' was clear and well- defined.
Here the abstract impersonal voice means we never quite know where we. Auster can make poetry of abstraction but the message tends to be one more of the no, no, nothing of things rather than their fullness in being. Nonetheless whether it is in finding 'consolation in colors' or in trying to remember himself ( lost in the wide world/ within me, and thereby to have known/ that in spite of myself /I am here./As if this were the world..."
or in 'Facing the Music'

"where the air and earth erupt
in this profusion of chance, the random
forces of our own lack
of knowing what it is
we see, and merely to speak of it
is to see
how words fail us,how nothing comes right
in the saying of it, not even these words
I am moved to speak
in the name of this blue
and green
that vanish into the air
of summer.

Impossible
to hear it anymore. The tongue
is forever taking us away
from where we are, and nowhere
can we be at rest
in the things we are given
to see, for each word
is an elsewhere, a thing that moves
more quickly than the eye, even
as this sparrow moves, veering
into the air
in which it has no home. I believe, then
in nothing.....

these words might give you, and still
I can feel them
speaking through me.."

Auster defines a voice of his own wondering seeing and feeling, a voice which can too awaken the reader to some sense of the ' dearest freshness deep down things' sometimes.

bloody sublime
Dupin's poetry brings together fear and desire, death and life, oppositions which fuse together not out of juxtaposition but out of a bleeding neccesity for eachother. Death and life do not contrast in dupin,they are one. Opposing themselves within themselves, self rending andfusing simulataneously. Parageneous and sublime. ... Read more

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This digital document is an article from The Modern Language Review, published by Modern Humanities Research Association on July 1, 2008. The length of the article is 9429 words. The page length shown above is based on a typical 300-word page. The article is delivered in HTML format and is available immediately after purchase. You can view it with any web browser.

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Title: Parisian literary fields: James Joyce and Pierre Reverdy's theory of the image.(Critical essay)
Author: Hugo Azerad
Publication: The Modern Language Review (Magazine/Journal)
Date: July 1, 2008
Publisher: Modern Humanities Research Association
Volume: 103Issue: 3Page: 666(17)

Article Type: Critical essay

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