Letters We Never SentInteractive Publications, 2000 - 146 sivua As we enter a new millennium, it's no accident that David Reiter's fifth poetic work recalls the grand scope and ambition of TS Eliot's The Waste Land. His is a transparent eye through which we witness ourselves, articulating the unspoken but deeply felt. This is a book of quotes and epigrams, speculation and anecdote, yearnings and palimpsests, and voices in profusion as David Reiter puts his head down into historical but also fictive intertexts of Tahiti. "I am tired of old planets" one of these voices says, and we too travel through his richly interwoven monologues to search out the nature of art, of civilisation... These poems even name the siren call of the Internet as the new exotic, the medium of desire. But I waas especially struck by the central idea of letters 'never sent' as poetic speculation, at its most pointed in the wit and banter between Gauguin and Van Gogh, climaxing in the wonderful Van Gogh commentaries on the famous paintings. - Philip Salom Gauguin in the South Seas, Van Gogh in Arles, surfing the Internet, stumbling into chat rooms or a fish and chip shop in the Cook Islands, explorations of past travellers and the random confused explorations of the Information Highway... Such is the exciting collage of images Reiter places skillfully before us. Phrases, lines, stories that reflect back and forth touching always on the dream of happiness, the longing to make sense of ourselves. - Peter Boyle |
Kirjan sisältä
Tulokset 1 - 5 kokonaismäärästä 15
Sivu 2
... valleys the waterfalls flashing out in the sunlight such enchantment breathes over the whole it seems a fairy land all fresh and blooming from the hand of the Creator 1 I am a great artist and I know it I 2 Letters We Never Sent.
... valleys the waterfalls flashing out in the sunlight such enchantment breathes over the whole it seems a fairy land all fresh and blooming from the hand of the Creator 1 I am a great artist and I know it I 2 Letters We Never Sent.
Sivu 3
David Philip Reiter. I am a great artist and I know it I came to Tahiti not to reinvent it but to find the savage under my skin to barter my French civility for rags of silence and in that interval to surround myself with the chords that ...
David Philip Reiter. I am a great artist and I know it I came to Tahiti not to reinvent it but to find the savage under my skin to barter my French civility for rags of silence and in that interval to surround myself with the chords that ...
Sivu 10
... clay on soles that refuses to dry and fall away when he wants/needs to set sail washed overboard? drowned? no the artist's a fugitive and proud of it the internet playboy of the western world hugh hefner methodist 10 Letters We Never Sent.
... clay on soles that refuses to dry and fall away when he wants/needs to set sail washed overboard? drowned? no the artist's a fugitive and proud of it the internet playboy of the western world hugh hefner methodist 10 Letters We Never Sent.
Sivu 14
... artist or how a passion can be enjoyed without forcing it into stanzas. They insist Paris is the centre of all things, the Earth if not the universe, they who think they can find significance in a road map or meaning in the dregs of a ...
... artist or how a passion can be enjoyed without forcing it into stanzas. They insist Paris is the centre of all things, the Earth if not the universe, they who think they can find significance in a road map or meaning in the dregs of a ...
Sivu 20
... artists with that spark of divinity which forces them to sleep fitfully out of sight out of mind. Most mortals are expendable for the sake of one fine canvas a perfect brushstroke that shocks the sky so the barnacled monarch ordered ...
... artists with that spark of divinity which forces them to sleep fitfully out of sight out of mind. Most mortals are expendable for the sake of one fine canvas a perfect brushstroke that shocks the sky so the barnacled monarch ordered ...
Sisältö
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14 | |
22 | |
intoxicants | 33 |
shedding skin | 44 |
settling in | 60 |
lost in the translation | 86 |
change of pace | 95 |
soaring | 105 |
reputations | 113 |
keepsakes | 122 |
twilight of the gods | 132 |
Muita painoksia - Näytä kaikki
Yleiset termit ja lausekkeet
already artist become believe better blood blue breath canoe catch coconut colour comes Cook dance dark death dream eyes face fall father feel fire fish follow French Gauguin gave girl give glass gods green hair hand hard he’d head hear island it’s Italy keep lagoon land leaving light lips look matter means meant mind morning never night once paint perhaps poem poor promise reached reef remember rock sail sense shadow skin sleep slipped smile soon sound speak spirit Tahiti Tahitian tell thanks there’s things thought told tree turn Vincent voices waiting wandering jew what’s wife wind wondering write yellow young
Suositut otteet
Sivu 25 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Sivu 18 - In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred River, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea.
Sivu 131 - Lord; and thy saints shall bless thee. They shall speak of the glory of thy kingdom, and talk of thy power; To make known to the sons of men his mighty acts, and the glorious majesty of his kingdom.
Sivu 25 - Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometime voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me ; that, when I wak'd, I cried to dream again.
Sivu 29 - In a dark time, the eye begins to see, I meet my shadow in the deepening shade; I hear my echo in the echoing wood — A lord of nature weeping to a tree. I live between the heron and the wren, Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den. What's madness but nobility of soul At odds with circumstance? The day's on fire! I know the purity of pure despair, My shadow pinned against a sweating wall. That place among...
Sivu 42 - For heaven's sake though see to the driver! Take off the silk hat! In fact that's no place at all for him up there unceremoniously dragging our friend out to his own dignity! Bring him down— bring him down!
Sivu 19 - ... suspicious look — their motions are vigorous, active and graceful and their behavior to strangers is such as declare at first sight their humane disposition, which is as candid as their countenances seem to indicate, and their courteous, affable and friendly behavior to each other shows that they have no tincture of barbarity, cruelty, suspicion or revenge. They are ever of an even unruffled temper, slow to anger and soon appeased and as they have no suspicion so they ought not to be suspected,...
Sivu 37 - ... profound silence, so great that I can distinctly count the pulsations of the water running from the fountain near us into the sea. The shapes and finish of the government buildings, their long spaces of enclosure, the moss upon them, remind us of the sleepiest towns of out-of-the-way bits of France. The natives slip over the dust in bare feet, the waving draperies of the long gowns of the women seeming to add to the stealthy or undulating movement which carries them along. Many draw up under...
Sivu 61 - ... compare with that coffee! Yes, you insist, the second chair the one under the awning where you can glimpse the fountain and the bronze angel. The City of Home is like no other city not even the City of Remembering or the Cities Of The Plain. The City of Home has only one drawback, but that is terrible: The City of Home is empty of people. All its songs are the songs of exile.
Sivu v - I could have told you, Vincent, the world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.