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| Title | : | Poems |
| Author | : | J.H. Prynne |
| Book Format | : | Paperback |
| Book Edition | : | Anniversary Edition |
| Pages | : | Pages: 590 pages |
| Published | : | January 1st 2006 by Fremantle Arts Centre Press (first published May 1st 1982) |
| Categories | : | Poetry. European Literature. British Literature |
J.H. Prynne
Paperback | Pages: 590 pages Rating: 4.41 | 109 Users | 9 Reviews
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J.H. Prynne is Britain's leading late Modernist poet. His austere yet playful poetry challenges our sense of the world, not by any direct address to the reader but by showing everything in a different light, enacting slips and changes of meaning through shifting language. When his Poems was first published in 1999, it was immediately acclaimed as a landmark in modern poetry. This expanded edition includes four later collections only previously available in limited editions.Be Specific About Books During Poems
| Original Title: | Poems |
| ISBN: | 1852246561 (ISBN13: 9781852246563) |
| Edition Language: | English |
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Ratings: 4.41 From 109 Users | 9 ReviewsAssessment Containing Books Poems
I had to return this book to the library having only read parts of it, but I thought I might as well rate it anyway rather than just deleting it from my shelves altogether. I did enjoy reading much of it, in particular the collections Brass and Down Where Changed. But I think this may also be the most baffling stuff I've ever read - more so than John Ashbery. What most stood out to me were his shifting registers and his weird humour which chimed with me. His poems, as far as I can tell, seem toI had to return this book to the library having only read parts of it, but I thought I might as well rate it anyway rather than just deleting it from my shelves altogether. I did enjoy reading much of it, in particular the collections Brass and Down Where Changed. But I think this may also be the most baffling stuff I've ever read - more so than John Ashbery. What most stood out to me were his shifting registers and his weird humour which chimed with me. His poems, as far as I can tell, seem to
Pink star of the languid/ settles by a low window/ lap to fit, give the life/ too quickly, the storm/ a mere leveled gaze.
Just dip, don't cover-to-cover. Absolutely bloody brilliant poetry. But it's also absolutely bloody difficult poetry if you're not careful. Don't stop on the path expecting to go from A to B, step on the path to admire the passing rose bushes muttering amongst themselves. Let it take you, don't try and take it.A book that's never finished.
Vastly impenetrable poetry, but deliberately so. The "Stockhausen of modern poetry" as the Guardian has referred to him gave a brilliant interview (for me, at least) in the Fall 2016 Paris Review. After spending weeks reading essays and papers about the man's work, I more or less grasp what his intent is, but to be honest I continue to wrestle with the goal. With whom should the artist attempt communication? Himself? Those who wish to delve into his own private language? These poems are as
"Whose Dust Did You SayHow old how far & how much the years tear at us the shreds of cloth asI think of them and the great palaceswith courts & the sounds of mirthmerriment in the darkness within thegreat dream of the night. I live stillwith the bitter habits of that fire &disdain I live in it surrounded bylittle else who can impair or boundthat empire of destined habitationor go off into that coyly drab townby slow stages or by any other damnthing else who can who would wastehis
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