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In this book, Gerald Janecek provides a comprehensive account of Moscow Conceptualist poetry and performance, arguably the most important development in the arts of the late Soviet period and yet one underappreciated in the West.
Such innovative poets as Vsevolod Nekrasov, Lev Rubinstein, and Dmitry Prigov are among the most prominent literary figures of Russia in the 1980s and 1990s, yet they are virtually unknown outside Russia. The same is true of the numerous active Russian performance art groups, especially the pioneering Collective Actions group, led by the brilliantly inventive Andrey Monastyrsky.
Everything Has Already Been Written strives to make Moscow Conceptualism more accessible, to break the language barrier and to foster understanding among an international readership by thoroughly discussing a broad range of specific works and theories. Janecek’s study is the first comprehensive analysis of Moscow Conceptualist poetry and theory, vital for an understanding of Russian culture in the post-Conceptualist era.
Gerald Janecek is professor emeritus of Russian and Eastern Studies at the University of Kentucky. He is the author of The Look of Russian Literature: Avant-Garde Visual Experiments, 1900-1930; ZAUM: The Transrational Poetry of Russian Futurism; and Sight and Sound Entwined: Studies of the New Russian Poetry.
Gerald Janecek (Author)
Everything Has Already Been Written
Moscow Conceptualist Poetry and Performance
Paper Text – $39.95
ISBN 978-0-8101-3901-5
Cloth Text – $120.00
ISBN 978-0-8101-3902-2
Publication Date: December 2018
Series: Studies in Russian Literature and Theory
Literature & Criticism
Russia Drama & Performance Studies
Page Count 312 pages
Northwestern University Press
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Zimmermädchen
Die Zimmermädchen der Hotels,
Die meine Betten schlagen und dann glätten,
Ach wenn sie doch ein wenig Ahnung hätten
Vom Unterschiede zwischen Polster und Fels.
Ach wüßtet ihr, wie süß ihr für mich ausseht
Im Arbeitskleid, ihr Engel der Hotels!
Wenn wirklich eine heimlich mit mir ausgeht,
Dann trägt sie Seide und trägt sogar Pelz,
Sei’s auch nur Wunderwandlung Hasenfells.
Dann im Café krümmt ihr beim Tasseheben
Den kleinen, roten Finger nach Manier.
Und du merkst nicht, wie gern ich doch mit dir
Oft eine Stunde möchte unmanierlich leben.
Und würde dann – nebst Geld – als Souvenir
Ein schließend, stilles, zartes Streicheln geben.
Und würdet ihr dies Streicheln doch nicht spüren.
Denn ihr bedient nur Nummern an den Türen.
Und wenn sie schlichte Ehre eng verschließen,
Dann dienen sie, da andere genießen.
Hab ich euch tausendmal in Korridoren
Heiß zugesehn und heiser angesehn,
Was ich erträumte, war voraus verloren.
Denn meine Liebe könnt ihr nicht verstehn.
Joachim Ringelnatz
(1883 – 1934)
Zimmermädchen
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Vincent Berquez©: Nr. 37
Vincent Berquez is a London–based artist and poet
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The Actor-Soldier
On the grass I m lying,
My blanket is the sky ;
This feeling is called dying.
No one will testify
They saw me suffer this ;
There s no one passing by.
The wonder of it is,
I m by myself at last
With plain realities.
No one is here to cast
A part for me to play ;
My term of life is past.
No one is here to see
How I can meet and take
This end ; how gallantly
Though the ice that binds a lake
Must weigh less heavily
Than Death to my soul awake.
Gladys Cromwell
(1885-1919)
The Actor-Soldier
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Tatiana du Plessix, the wife of a French diplomat, was a beautiful, sophisticated “white Russian” who had been the muse of the famous Russian poet Vladimir Mayakovsky.
Alexander Liberman, the ambitious son of a prominent Russian Jew, was a gifted magazine editor and aspiring artist. As part of the progressive artistic Russian émigré community living in Paris in the 1930s, the two were destined to meet. They began a passionate affair, and the year after Paris was occupied in World War II they fled to New York with Tatiana’s young daughter, Francine.
There they determinedly rose to the top of high society, holding court to a Who’s Who list of the midcentury’s intellectuals and entertainers. Flamboyant and outrageous, bold and brilliant, they were irresistible to friends like Marlene Dietrich, Salvador Dalí, and the publishing tycoon Condé Nast. But to those who knew them well they were also highly neurotic, narcissistic, and glacially self-promoting, prone to cut out of their lives, with surgical precision, close friends who were no longer of use to them.
Tatiana became an icon of New York fashion, and the hats she designed for Saks Fifth Avenue were de rigueur for stylish women everywhere. Alexander Liberman, who devotedly raised Francine as his own child from the time she was nine, eventually came to preside over the entire Condé Nast empire. The glamorous life they shared was both creative and destructive and was marked by an exceptional bond forged out of their highly charged love and raging self-centeredness. Their obsessive adulation of success and elegance was elevated to a kind of worship, and the high drama that characterized their lives followed them to their deaths. Tatiana, increasingly consumed with nostalgia for a long-lost Russia, spent her last years addicted to painkillers. Shortly after her death, Alexander, then age eighty, shocked all who knew him by marrying her nurse.
Them: A Portrait of Parents is a beautifully written homage to the extraordinary lives of two fascinating, irrepressible people who were larger than life emblems of a bygone age. Written with honesty and grace by the person who knew them best, this generational saga is a survivor’s story. Tatiana and Alexander survived the Russian Revolution, the fall of France, and New York’s factory of fame. Their daughter, Francine, survived them.
Francine du Plessix Gray is a regular contributor to The New Yorker and the author of numerous essays and books, including Simone Weil, At Home with the Marquis de Sade: A Life, Rage and Fire, Lovers and Tyrants, and Soviet Women. She lives with her husband, the painter Cleve Gray.
Francine Du Plessix Gray
Them
A Memoir of Parents
Paperback
$18.00
Penguin Books
2006
544 Pages
ISBN 9780143037194
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Mijnheer Cros gaat op een bijzondere manier in op het leven van Charles Cros (1842-1888).
Deze literaire ingenieur (Liesbeth van Nes) en boeiende buitenstaander (Bernlef) kan worden genoemd als de literaire voorloper op Dada, het surrealisme en het absurdisme, maar ook als de commercieel weinig gewiekste uitvinder van de fonograaf, de kleurenfotografie en (met een knipoog) de communicatie met andere planeten.
Een bescheiden selectie van zijn poëzie en monologen vormt in samenhang met zijn hinkende privéleven, de springplank voor losjes op zijn leven geïnspireerde schetsen, in proza, poëzie en beeld van Harry van Doveren, Kreek Daey Ouwens, Theo Rikken en Ineke van Doorn.
Charles Cros (1842-1888) was een Frans dichter. Hij mag worden gezien als een van de literaire voorlopers van het dadaïsme, het surrealisme en het absurdisme. Daarnaast was hij uitvinder van de fonograaf en de kleurenfotografie. Het lukte hem echter niet deze uitvindingen te gelde te maken.
Mijnheer Cros
Cros, Charles
Rikken, Theo – Doveren, Harry van – Doorn, Ineke van – Daey Ouwens, Kreek
ISBN 978-90-8684-162-2
Formaat: 12.5 x 20 cm.
Omvang: 128 pag.
€17,50
2018
Uitgeverij IJzer
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Der Wal
K. J. gewidmet
Du. Dich wollt ich vom Himmel mir krallen,
Reißen tief in mein Leben hinein;
Tag ist eben zu Splittern zerfallen,
Sonne tröpfelt, nun süßerer Wein.
Ob meiner Hand,
Greisingewand,
Schleiert schon weißer der neblichte Schein.
Du. Du weidest auf kühleren Wiesen,
Schaumglasäckern, Gefilden der Flut,
Hinverwandelt zum schwebenden Riesen,
Der bei den Müttern der Bläue ruht.
Felsen von Eis
Stromen dir leis
Reinere Kissen, ihr silbernes Blut.
Was du empfunden, als Labe, als Beule,
Was du in Helle gedacht und begehrt,
Wirft dir vom Haupte die tanzende Säule
Höher ins Dunkel, das sprudelnde Schwert.
Lilie aus Gischt
Blüht und erlischt:
Seele, von ewigem Wogen verzehrt.
Warst du so stark je, so Stummheit und Rune?
War je dein Atem so hauchend und groß?
Stürzt dir mein frevelnder Schrei die Harpune,
Zerrst du durch jagende Qualen dich los?
Irgendwo weit,
Leicht in der Zeit,
Taumelt ein leeres, gekentertes Floß.
Gertrud Kolmar
(1894-1943)
gedicht: Der Wal
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Die Ersten
Die Ersten sinds, sie sind im besten Zug
Vom willenlosen Haufen sich zu lösen.
Erkennend eitel Schimmer, seichten Trug
Der großen Reden abgenützte Blößen,
Klangvolle Phrasen, ein vereinter Schwall
Der überflutet Erdehöhen und Täler,
Allüberall der gleiche Wiederhall,
Der gleiche Köder und der gleiche Wähler.
Wohl wächst der Massen Schrei nach Glück und Brot
Doch übertönt er nicht die Worte der Vertreter,
Es fallen Opfer tiefster Seelennot,
Die Masse fällt dein Zeichen der Verräter.
So lausch ich freudig, wenn mit wildem Schrei
Die Brust erfüllt von froher Zukunft ahnen
Sich einer ringt vom Heerdentaumel frei
Kraftvoll empor auf selbstgewollten Bahnen.
Hugo Ball
(1886 – 1927)
Erstdruck in:
Der Revoluzzer (Zürich),
2. Jg., Nr. 4/5, Mai 1916.
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DE ENGEL
Ik had een Droom, die uitleg vraagt!
’k Was een Prinses en was een maagd,
Door een Engel mild bewaakt:
Dwaas verdriet werd nooit gelaakt!
En ik huilde dag en nacht,
En mijn wee werd steeds verzacht,
En ik huilde nacht en dag
En verborg mijn blijde lach.
Dus hij vluchtte op wieken heen;
Toen de dag met blos verscheen
Stelde ik mij, traan droog, te weer
Duizendvoud met schild en speer.
En mijn Engel keerde weer,
Maar mijn wapen sloeg hem neer;
Want mijn jeugdtijd was voorbij,
En grijs hoofdhaar tooide mij
William Blake
vertaald door: Dr. Cornelis W. Schoneveld
THE ANGEL
I Dreamt a Dream! what can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen:
Guarded by an Angel mild;
Witless woe, was neer beguil’d!
And I wept both night and day
And he wip’d my tears away
And I wept both day and night
And hid from him my hearts delight
So he took his wings and fled:
Then the morn blush’d rosy red:
I dried my tears & armd my fears,
With ten thousand shields and spears.
Soon my Angel came again;
I was arm’d, he came in vain:
For the time of youth was fled
And grey hairs were on my head
William Blake (1757 – 1827)
Poem: The Angel
Vertaling uit:
Verzen van Onschuld en van Ervaring
William Blake
vertaald door: Dr. Cornelis W. Schoneveld
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gebrocheerd
€ 20,00
ISBN: 978-90-824288-1-0
geïllustreerd
116 blz.
mei 2017
Uitgeverij De Wilde Tomaat
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In the decades since his death in 1963, Louis MacNeice’s reputation as a poet (and, indeed, amongst poets) has grown steadily, and there are now several generations of readers in Ireland, Britain, and beyond, for whom he is one of the essential poets of the twentieth century.
His work has also received increasing attention from academic writers and students. For both readers and critics, the nature of MacNeice’s poetic work as a whole is a matter of importance, and the second posthumous Collected Poems, entirely re-edited by Peter McDonald, attempts, for the first time, to print MacNeice’s poetry in groupings corresponding closely to the collections published by Faber between 1935 and 1963. This makes it easier to read the poet in the published forms in which he was read by his contemporaries.
In choosing to re-create the environments of MacNeice’s individual volumes of poetry, moreover, this new Collected reflects the opinion that MacNeice works best in and through those separate volumes, particularly so in the brilliant return to form – and unique kinds of return on lyric form itself – of the last three collections.
The texts of the poems in the new edition are based on a comparison of all printed versions, as revised in the light of the poet’s later thoughts. This has resulted in a large number of changes. It is hoped that the present edition presents MacNeice’s poetry more accurately, as well as more fully, than all previous collections.
The new Collected Poems also includes, as appendices, The Last Ditch – the short book of poems which MacNeice published with the Cuala Press in 1940 – and The Revenant, a cycle of songs written for MacNeice’s wife, the singer Hedli Anderson, a selection of uncollected early poems, and from Blind Fireworks, MacNeice’s first published book of verse.
Louis MacNeice was born in Belfast in 1907, the son of a Church of Ireland rector, later a bishop. He was educated in England at Sherborne, Marlborough and Merton College, Oxford. His first book of poems, Blind Fireworks, appeared in 1929, and he subsequently worked as a translator, literary critic, playwright, autobiographer, BBC producer and feature writer. The Burning Perch, his last volume of poems, appeared shortly before his death in 1963.
Louis MacNeice
Collected Poems
faber publ.
£20.00
2016
Paperback
ISBN 9780571331383
880 pages
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Jérôme Peignot, romancier, essayiste, est aussi l’auteur d’une œuvre poétique consacrée à interroger l’écriture dans sa matérialité, proposant de celle-ci une lecture typographique ludique.
Dans ce recueil imaginatif et facétieux de typoèmes, chiffres, lettres, palindromes, anagrammes, esperluettes, virgules… sont autant d’images alphabétiques nouvelles pour “retrouver l’étymologie graphique des êtres et des choses”.
Une poésie visuelle concrète qui révèle ainsi, par l’invention, l’humour et l’impromptu, “les mécanismes graphiques jusque dans leurs intimes arcanes, et partant, témoigne qu’ils ne sont pas lettres mortes”.
Jérôme Peignot, poète et écrivain, a publié une trentaine d’ouvrages, régulièrement réédités, dont Typoésie (Éditions de l’imprimerie nationale, 1993 réée. 2005), Typoèmes (Seuil, 2003) et Les Jeux de l’amour et du langage (10/1, 1974 rééd. 2009). Ces dernières années, il creuse le sillon de la poésie et publie des sonnets dans la revue Conférence ou en recueils (Éditions des cendres, Éditions de l’amandier).
Jérôme Peignot
Typoèmes
Poésie visuelle
Hors collection
Actes Sud
Poésie
Novembre, 2017
11,5 x 17,0
156 pages
ISBN 978-2-330-08731-9
prix indicatif: 16,80€
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What the Bullet sang
O Joy of creation,
To be!
O rapture, to fly
And be free!
Be the battle lost or won,
Though its smoke shall hide the sun,
I shall find my love–the one
Born for me!
I shall know him where he stands
All alone,
With the power in his hands
Not o’erthrown;
I shall know him by his face,
By his godlike front and grace;
I shall hold him for a space
All my own!
It is he–O my love!
So bold!
It is I–all thy love
Foretold!
It is I–O love, what bliss!
Dost thou answer to my kiss?
O sweetheart! what is this
Lieth there so cold?
Bret Harte
(1839-1902)
What the Bullet sang
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