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"This current moment
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Long in the past. "
For his first number of new poems on the grounds that his celebrated hazard on Peaks, released in 2004, Gary Snyder unearths himself ranging over the planet. trips to the Dolomites, to the north shore of Lake Tahoe, from Paris and Tuscany to the shrine at Delphi, from Santa Fe to Sella cross, Snyder lays out those poems as a map of the decade. put side-by-side, they develop into a direction and a path of complexity and lyrical regard, a type of riprap of the poet’s 8th decade. And within the combine are one of the most appealing household poems of his nice occupation, poems approximately his paintings as a homesteader and householder, as a father and husband, as a pal and neighbor. A centerpiece during this assortment is a protracted poem concerning the demise of his loved, Carole Koda, a wealthy poem of grief and sorrow, infrequent in its regular resolved specialize in a death spouse, of an influence unequaled in American poetry.
As a pal is quoted in a single of those new poems:
"I met the opposite in recent years within the some distance again of a bar,
musicians enjoying close to the window and he
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The self we carry so pricey will quickly be long gone. ”"
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« Désâmé », c’est du Desbiens typique et classique. Un lecteur familier y retrouvera des effets vus ailleurs, assonances, comparaisons, buildings syntaxiques en parallèle, mots fétiches même.
L’originalité de ce recueil réside dans l. a. nuance nouvelle des thèmes et photographs obsédants. Une originalité troublante de vérité. Mine de rien, parmi d’autres thèmes, celui de los angeles mort qui s’y profile, et l. a. sienne entrevue de bien plus près qu’avant. À ce thème s’allie, un peu plus appuyée, sa pratique de l. a. poésie : rapports entre le poète et l. a. poésie, entre le poème et l. a. gangue de vie dont il s’extrait.
« Ce titre, Désâmé, indique en tous cas assez clairement que l’expérience de désenchantement et de désœuvrement (de déréliction ? ) qui suscite le poème touche aux fibres de l’être. Peut-être davantage, ici, que dans ses précédents opus, cette expérience en est une d’écriture, Desbiens élaborant dans los angeles première partie de son livre, judicieusement intitulée « Italiques », un paintings poétique aussi humble que malicieux, aussi désarmé que désarmant :
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j’écris sur du pain
de quelle encre
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vient le poème. »
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I had to move, at least to put new things in front of me, 26 if not to make another kind of home, if home was what I wanted in the ﬁrst place. I’d call it by its name if it had one, or, failing that, I’d call it Africa. 27 Key My Sunday morning nightmare takes me beyond mystical towers and strident boulevards to the underground whose priestesses lurch the halls, shaking their ﬁery coifs around the latest deranged advisories that they have to spew onto the air to help me ﬁnd my way to the hotel with my luggage and your note about the errand you needed me to run and waited to hear about from the cell phone that was not there in my gray coat pocket.
I mention that the bench was clean because most of the benches there had droppings on them, which was no one’s fault. All I had to do was ﬁnd a clean spot and a bit of shade close to the trash bin for the stick and wrapper, while I woke to the feast of blues and greens. The rest was autumn and the moms and prams and boys on bicycles with training wheels. A girl in a blue dress walked out of the sun straight up the one long path among the trees as far as someplace else she had to go. 50 All You Can Eat A man is tenderly kissing a child’s head.
The photograph showed their bodies on the front page. He tugged my hand and kept me from seeing it. We mark these solitudes throughout our lives. 36 This is not simply about things as they are. This is about donuts, proﬁteroles, and straw hats. Things cannot be as they are in this country. 37 At the Bureau of Divine Music The whole day I hung around in the sky over Russia was a Wednesday in October. No one looked up with any semblance of regard from the heroic Russian people. I had ﬂown from Paris to visit the faubourgs of Omsk, Irkutsk, Novosibirsk, but they were ﬁlled with a smother of blue coal ﬁres, shadows of shadows coughing up tendrils of gray phlegm onto ice ﬂoes that passed for boulevards, back alleys, byways that ended in country lanes over the Urals to Ulan Bator and the Mongolian grasslands.