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"When Basil Bunting declared that 'Pens are too light. / Take a chisel to write,' I imagine he had in mind the kind of exact and exacting poetry Ted Pearson has been steadily producing for decades. In The Markov Chain, Pearson presents a series of eight-line poems, each composed of four exquisitely crafted alexandrines: 'These formal restrictions // are like benedictions ...Constraints lead to freedoms // exceeding predictions.' Raising the ante, Pearson uses these formal constraints to probe the social constraints contemporary culture imposes on art and life. 'When the People say we, // they don't mean you and me. / The consensus they're seeking // will set no one free.' This double take on constraints creates an animating tension throughout the book, one in which 'The gist of the lyric // tells a whole other tale.' Pearson's chiseled poems enact a deep investigation into language that at once revels in and questions its own constraints. Follow at your own pace, but Pearson's ear, as always, won't lead you astray." -Paul Naylor
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"Let us posit that the fate of poetry is the fate of the world, such that when the poet contemplates his mortality this actuality is conjoined to an unknown future of world that is yet not a mere abstraction or mystery. Chamber Music is thus marked by the poet's quest under the aegis of desire and poetic knowledge conjoined to the politics of time and knowledge under global capitalism; in which, for instance, 'the reader,' in copious debt for their education turns the leaves of a book of poems with frozen fingers. Pearson's tragic-lyric-comic, ever-inventive poem series begins with a simple epigraph by composer Alban Berg, 'Music is at once the product of feeling and knowledge.' Feeling and knowledge in Pearson's oeuvre arrive in exquisite feats of transposition including of idea and execution in music to poetry and back again. Consider this brilliant fusion wherein the intimacy of chamber music is drawn into the relationality of jazz: 'The tenor preached to the converts,/a mix of joy and pain. The drums/were as crisp as the tip of a whip/while the bassist walked the refrain. Then, the piano, soft and low, /showed us another way to go.'" -Carla Harryman"The poem as incremental paradise. Precisely what we find here in the six chambers of this music - the human writing, singing in the discrepancy between language and the world. A discrepancy erased in the power of the poem, its song and rhythm, silences punctuating sound, lifting the lids of the coffins in which we, Mallarme's dying poets, live. Traces of Guido and Catullus, instances of the dead, come, at the behest of one dead fly, to give anima to us who, but for poetry, would only die. While, in that, mystifications are rigorously deflated on every page, a skepticism that, however, does not deny techne, whether science or form. For what is certainty but avowal of finely-wrought form? So let it be avowed: there are many finely-wrought forms here, in this chamber music. Listen and know: poetry is alive and doing what it does well." -Larry Price
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206 kr
Skickas inom 5-8 vardagar
206 kr
Skickas inom 5-8 vardagar