tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post7502659437371182752..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Clarice Lispector: The Archer (A Part of the Future)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-27328179291897734512012-06-24T01:28:59.973-07:002012-06-24T01:28:59.973-07:00"Lord it is time
To make red currant and rasp..."Lord it is time<br />To make red currant and raspberry jam"<br /><br />-- Didn't Rilke say that?<br /><br />One small yet not so small correction has been made in this post: the translation was done by Stefan Tobler, not by Benjamin Moser. Moser wrote the intro, edited the new translations of the four new Lispectors in this series from from New Directions, and has also done a Clarice Lispector biography. His advocacy has played no small part in the recent revival of interest in her work.<br /><br />Água Viva came late in Lispector's writing life, and reflects, in its oblique, abstract, sometimes baffling way, the experience of time and suffering -- though the prevailing sense of a drifting atemporality makes little more contact with history or autobiography than it does with plot or story. These are concessions the writer disdained.<br /><br />For an epigraph Lispector chose a comment by the Belgian writer Michel Seuphor: "There must be a kind of painting totally free from dependence on the figure -- or object -- which, like music, illustrates nothing, tells no story, and launches no myth. Such painting would simply evoke the incommunicable kingdoms where dream becomes thought, where line becomes existence."<br /><br />A reviewer, Scott Esposito, proposed an analogy to the effect achieved by the work of the painter Mark Rothko: "...this book strains to bring into literature the very momentary revelation evoked when, say, a Rothko suddenly begins to shimmer with life before one's eyes." <br /><br />Though the text suggests this writer eschewed revision, that, like much of what the mysterious Lispector chose to reveal about her writing and her life, may be a bit deceptive.<br /> <br />"Água Viva affects the impression that it was scattered off in one mad night, but Lispector actually labored over it for years, frightened that it was too free, too un-novelistic to work."<br /><br />Three years of labour -- "drying-out" work, as Lispector called it -- actually went into the construction of this text.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-46938980006981628382012-06-23T20:34:48.400-07:002012-06-23T20:34:48.400-07:00It is time to make red currant and raspberry jam.It is time to make red currant and raspberry jam.Susan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-79876580941847198772012-06-23T13:37:27.050-07:002012-06-23T13:37:27.050-07:00Being thrown off the traces (so to speak), whether...Being thrown off the traces (so to speak), whether by accident or by design -- probably a bit of each with Lispector -- can be unsettling... and stimulating.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-22667074285398097502012-06-23T12:51:42.901-07:002012-06-23T12:51:42.901-07:00I love Clarice L and de Andrade. I go to both of ...I love Clarice L and de Andrade. I go to both of them at times for inspiration. I am not sure what it is about Lispector that so moves me. A lot of times I don't follow her, but I adore her.Nin Andrewshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12643167108589844026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-51264596573865297252012-06-23T11:24:30.264-07:002012-06-23T11:24:30.264-07:00Clarice
came from a mystery. ...Clarice<br />came from a mystery. <br />And left for another. <br />We remain in ignorance <br />of the essence of the mystery. <br />Or the mystery was not essential, <br />it was Clarice traveling in it.<br /> <br /><br />-- Carlos Drummond de AndradeTChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-91992601306557547092012-06-23T11:22:13.564-07:002012-06-23T11:22:13.564-07:00For those who might be curious about the historica...For those who might be curious about the historical facts of Clarice Lispector's collision with the galaxies, <a href="http://www.vidaslusofonas.pt/clarice_lispector2.htm" rel="nofollow">there's this</a>.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-41239154385821544912012-06-23T09:51:15.785-07:002012-06-23T09:51:15.785-07:00And from the fields and forests of the valley of t...And from the fields and forests of the valley of the Umpqua echoes the voice of the Oracle.<br /><br />"What is aimed at is not really the thing but it is beside or aside of what seems the target. Poetry is the result, what is left over."<br /><br />When the galaxies collide, we can dine on the leftovers, like bears on raspberries. (Well, realistically... beans on paper plates?)TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-10164938356284360192012-06-23T09:36:32.924-07:002012-06-23T09:36:32.924-07:00"truths have no words"...!!!"truths have no words"...!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-5765308323098398302012-06-23T09:18:22.862-07:002012-06-23T09:18:22.862-07:00Tom,
". . . memory of things lived that . . ...Tom,<br /><br />". . . memory of things lived that . . . always repeat themselves, even in other and different forms . . ." <br /><br />"The human part in classical rigidity holds the bow and arrow. The bow could shoot at any instant and hit the target."<br /><br />6.23<br /><br />light coming into sky above still black<br />ridge, crow calling from cypress branch<br />in foreground, sound of wave in channel<br /><br /> period in seconds of motion,<br /> potential relation of<br /><br /> point to curve in the first<br /> place, which, follows<br /><br />grey white fog against invisible ridge,<br />cormorant flapping across toward pointSTEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-37692301802786160502012-06-23T07:22:44.435-07:002012-06-23T07:22:44.435-07:00Lispector sparkles widely. Death is lights out --w...Lispector sparkles widely. Death is lights out --what it seems to be. Like shutting your eyes. That quick. I like this tale of hits and misses. What is aimed at is not really the thing but it is beside or aside of what seems the target. Poetry is the result, what is left over.Susan Kay Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-9904660108304388342012-06-23T06:56:33.301-07:002012-06-23T06:56:33.301-07:00"The horrible duty is to go to the end."..."The horrible duty is to go to the end."<br /><br />This is why there are really so few good poets: most can't carry it to the 'end'. But in the case of the few who do, it'll look like colliding galaxies.Conrad DiDiodatohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18312831623791642286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-43298538225608785022012-06-23T06:18:09.403-07:002012-06-23T06:18:09.403-07:00Good to be reminded that I can hit the target. Som...Good to be reminded that I can hit the target. Sometimes I forget...Jonathan Chanthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03647746685252448938noreply@blogger.com