Saturday, July 30, 2016

who is afraid of Sylvia Plath? (& e. e. cummings)





Wesley Duke Lee, Caríssimo Wesselmann (1964);
Manabu Mabe, Composição Abstrata (1979);
Manabu Mabe, Sem Título (1997);
Manabu Mabe, Viver (1986);
Tomie Ohtake, Gravura em metal (1998);
From e. e. cummings, 100 selected poems (New York: Grove Press, 1954).
From Sylvia Plath, Ariel: the restored edition (New York: Harper, 2004).
(Portraits taken from the Internet)
Galina Ustvolskaya's 12 preludes (David Arden, Youtube);
Galina Ustvolskaya's Sonata No. 6 (Alexei Lubimov, 1988, Youtube);
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"Hat Jemand, Ende des neunzehnten Jahrhunderts, einen deutlichen Begriff davon, was Dichter starker Zeitalter Inspirationnannten? Im andren Falle will ich’s beschreiben..."
Nietzsche (Ecce Homo)
"Robert had a few musical ideas already, and out of that session came what was to be 'Ariel.' I contributed a handful of lines inspired by my love for the poetry of Sylvia Plath, who is, to my mind, the greatest American poet."
"We played at Sylvia Plath's alma mater, Smith College, a private independent liberal arts women's college in Northampton, Massachusetts. It was an exceptional gig, as I recall, and I was pleased to be at a place where one of my heroes had been a student."
Lol Tolhurst (Cured: the tale of two imaginary boys)

"A SECRET
A secret! A secret!
How superior.
You are blue and huge, a traffic policeman,
Holding up one palm—
[...]
An illegitimate baby—
That big blue head!"

"The Jailor
[...]
I have been drugged and raped.
Seven hours knocked out of my right mind
Into a black sack
Where I relax, foetus or cat,
Lever of his wet dreams.

Something is gone.
My sleeping capsule, my read and blue zeppelin
Drops me from a terrible altitude.
Carapace smashed,
I spread to the beaks of birds.
[...]

All day, gluing my church of burnt matchsticks,
I dream of someone else entirely.
[...]."

"Elm
[...]
Is it the sea you hear in me,
Its dissatisfactions?
Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness?
Love is a shadow.
How you lie and cry after it
Listen: these are its hooves: it has gone off, like a horse.
[...]
I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets.
[...]
Now I break up in pieces that fly about like clubs.
A wind of such violence
Will tolerate no bystanding: I must shriek.
[...]"

"Lesbos
[...]
The baby smiles, fat snail,
From the polished lozenges of orange linoleum.
[...]"

"Medusa
... kicking lovers.
Cobra light..."
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CONTRE-EFFECTUATION
e. e. cummings:

"luminous tendril of celestial wish

(whying diminutive bright deathlessness
to these my not themselves believing eyes
adventuring, enormous nowhere from)

querying affirmation; virginal

immediacy of precision: more
and perfectly more most ethereal
silence through twilight's mystery made flesh—

dreamslender exquisite white firstful flame

—new moon! as (by the miracle of your
sweet innocence refuted) clumsy some
dull cowardice called a world vanishes,

teach disappearing also me the keen
illimitable secret of begin"

See also: 
- pan doron &/ou la boîte vidée dehors;
- Joyce in a Toadstool & the Southern Lapwing;
- God Save the Queen (Blake's Palace of Wisdom);
And also: 

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