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Lara de Moor (Dutch, 1969) - Spiller (2020)

#lara de moor #dutch art #2020 #door

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Vol. 36 No. 12 · 19 June 2014

Karl Ove Knausgaard ‘has a tendency towards cliché’, Ben Lerner writes (LRB, 22 May). ‘News is always spreading like wildfire, and so on. The writing, precisely where it aspires to the literary, can be sloppy: “The warm, bright September days were summer’s last burst of energy before abruptly crumbling.” Days are bursts that crumble?’

I don’t have the English translation to hand, but I’m fairly sure that the sloppy writing is down to the translator (Don Bartlett) and not to Knausgaard himself. The Norwegian original of the passage Lerner quotes is: ‘De varme, klare septemberdagene var sommerens siste anstrengelse, for brått falt den sammen, og i dens sted kom regnet.’ A literal translation would be: ‘The warm, bright September days were the summer’s last exertion, for suddenly it was over, and in its place came the rain.’ That doesn’t sound so sloppy; in fact it sounds like an echo of Hemingway (‘in the fall when the rains came’). The translation manages both to introduce an unnecessary poetic flourish (summer’s ‘last burst of energy’ for ‘anstrengelse’, a word which means simply ‘effort’ or ‘exertion’ or ‘strain’) and to lose the structure and rhythm of the original three-part sentence.

Christopher Eva Lurøy, Norway

#Karl Ove Knausgaard #Norwegian #Ben Lerner #cliche #translation #2014

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What Spanish Poets

“What Spanish poets have had the greatest influence on your writing?" 

"Lorca,” I lied. “Miguel Hernandez.” But then, to my horror and amazement, I could not think of another poet; my head was emptied of every Spanish proper name. Finally I thought of two famous poets I’d just barely read: Juan Ramon Jimenez and Antonio Machado, but the names collided and recombined in my head and I heard myself say “Ramon Machado Jimenez,” which was as absurd as saying “Whitman Dickinson Walt,” and a few people tittered.

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Ben Lerner, Leaving the Atocha Station

#juan ramon jimenez #antonio machado #lorca #spain #poetry #ben lerner #leaving the atocha station #reblog

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"No Art," Ben Lerner

Tonight I can’t remember why everything is permitted or, what amounts to the same thing, forbidden. No art is total, even theirs, even though it raises towers or kills from the air, there’s too much piety in despair, as if the silver leaves behind the glass were politics and the wind they move in and the chance of scattered storms. Those are still my ways of making and I know that I can call on you until you’re real enough to turn from. Maybe I have fallen behind, am falling, but I think of myself as having people, a small people in a failed state, and love more avant-garde than shame or the easy distances. All my people are with me now the way the light is.

#no art #ben lerner #poetry #2012

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To work

To change the course of my studies meant the likelihood of delaying and upsetting the publication schedule that I had projected. I am grateful to those who followed the advances and detours of my work. As to those for whom to work hard, to begin and begin again, to attempt and be mistaken, to go back and rework everything from top to bottom, and still find reason to hesitate from one step to the next—as to those, in short, for whom to work in the midst of uncertainty and apprehension is tantamount to failure, all I can say is that clearly we are not from the same planet.

— Michel Foucault

#Michel Foucault #revision #work #amwriting #1984

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I just want to plunder through each day as it arrives and not really make any plans — that’s boring — we just have to live each day as it arrives.

— Morrissey

#morrissey #the smiths #the day

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#not biological

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Wikipedia: Children playing Paperboy on the CPC 464 in 1988

#1988

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Music, as an art, suffuses the soul of man with sweet regret, by giving it a glimpse of happiness; and a glimpse of happiness, even if it is no more than a dream of happiness, is almost the dawning of hope.

— Stendhal, from Life of Rossini

#Music #Stendhal #Life of Rossini #Rossini #yes

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Ted Berrigan’s effacement of Pat Nolan's review of a book by Phil Whalen in The Poetry Project Newsletter’s “Running Commentary,” December, 1981. Collection of Alice Notley.

#1981 #Ted Berrigan #Philip Whalen #Alice Notley #poetry

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William Bronk reading

#midsummer #poetry #poem #william bronk #1955

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half a year of unrelenting genocide in Gaza, please don’t stop caring. they are so tired, they cannot be the only ones participating in their own liberation. we have to keep caring

#gaza

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70s girls in their dorm rooms

#70s #college

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SEEING HIM TONIGHT AN EVEN WORSE IDEA THAN BEFORE.

#not condoms but buttons stickers beanies and resource pages

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when the flow is ceasing

[For the ancient physicians] "there is, of course, a time more favorable than others in the woman's cycle. Not during menstrual evacuation, which constitutes a kind of natural vomiting, when the semen runs the risk of being swept out as well. Nor when the flow has completely stopped: the uterus, desiccated and chilled, is then no longer in a condition to receive the seed. The favorable time is when the flow is ceasing, so that the uterus is still moist with blood and permeated with warmth, and hence turgescent with a craving to receive the sperm. This craving, which reappears in the body after purgation, is manifested in the woman by a desire that disposes her to sexual intercourse."

—Michel Foucault, from The History of Sexuality, Vol. 3: The Care of the Self

#patriarchy #sexuality #Michel Foucault #medicine #Menstruation #Soranus #Gynecology #Soranus of Ephesus #Rufus of Ephesus

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重庆市

#architecture #china