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Red Doc> TIME PASSES TIME does not pass Time all but passes Time usually passes Time passing and gazing Time has no gaze Time as perseverance Time as hunger Time in a natural way Time when you were six the day a mountain Mountain time Time I dont remember Time for a dog in an alley caught in the beam of your flashlight Time not a video Time as paper folded to look like a mountain Time smeared under the eyes of the miners as they rattle down into the mine Time if you are bankrupt Time if you are Prometheus Time if you are all the little tubes on the roots of a gorse plant sucking greenish black moistures up into new scribbled continents Time it takes for the postal clerk to apply her lipstick at the back of the post office before the supervisor returns Time it takes for a cow to tip over Time in jail Time as overcoats in a closet Time for a herd of turkeys skidding and surprised on ice All the time that has soaked into the walls here Time between the little clicks Time compared to the wild fantastic silence of the stars Time for the man at the bus stop standing on one leg to tie his shoe Time taking Night by the hand and trotting off down the road Time passes oh boy Time got the jump on me yes it did SHUFFLING RECIPES COUPONS horoscopes in a kitchen drawer he turns up an old BW photograph of her posed in dashing swim costume on some long ago back porch One leg forward like a Greek kouros a cigarette in the other hand she glows as a drop of water glows in sun She looks sexually astute in a way that terrifies him he puts this aside and all at once the grainy photograph the early marvel of her life flung up at him a thing hardly believable knocks him to his knees He grips his arms and weeps Pain catches the whole insides of him and wrings it Oddly now remembering his grandmothers wringer washer silvergreen and upright on a platform of wet boards in her back kitchen beside the washing tubs How carefully hed been taught to feed a piece of dripping cloth between the two big lips of the rollers while she cranked the handle and the cloth grabbed fforward to emerge on the other side as a weird compressed pane of itself He hadnt known his grandmother long or well She smelled of Noxzema Didnt like doctors Believed in herbs and the Bible When the apostles walked down the street she said their shadows would heal people His mother once told him a story about her dying They never liked each other hadnt visited for years but someone arranged a phone call So there they were mother and daughter on the telephone separate cities separate nights both suffering from asthma and so moved they couldnt speak I heard her breathing I knew what it was his mother said He looks up Hed almost forgot about the rain Unloading on the roof and squandering down the gutters Rain continuous since the funeral a wrecking rattling bewildering Lethe knuckling mob of rain A rain with no instructions WIFE OF BRAIN Mothers in summer Mothers in winter Mothers in autumn Mothers in spring Mothers at altitude Mothers in solitude Mothers as platitude Mothers in spring Mothers banking their shots Mothers grackling their throats Mothers dumped from their boats In spring Mothers as ice Or when they are nice No onenice In spring Mothers ashamed and Ablaze and clear At the end As they are As they almost all are, and then Mothers dont come around Again In springBreathtaking Personal, necessary and important Read this book Youll find it hard to forget The New York Times Book Review A supraliterary, textually experimental landscape that only Carson could conjure Ranging from frozen tundra to festive meadows, Gs odyssey features his dying mother, his war veteran road buddy lover, and a female artist friend in a wild hybrid narrative pushed to mythopoetic glory ElleCarsons lyrical language effortlessly lifts pure moments of hope and despair off the page Red Doc stands on its ownand takes the reader on a singular journey of longing and grief San Francisco ChronicleCarsons red winged anti hero is still the crown prince of erotic, melancholy foibles Whether shes talking war vets, flying cows, Latin etymology or Elvis, Carson once again blurs the lines of prose and poetry American PoetUnexpected, dizzying Sure to be the verse event of the season Vogue Carson s phrases and images swoop and beguile like hidden messages Cryptograms from other civilizations, or hoaxes perpetrated by pranksters by moonlight Say what you will about Carson, she doesn t play it safe The New York Observer For every line of Carson s that s grave and pensive, another is funny, erotic, demotic, or dirty Even when the setting gets surreal, Carson never breaks faith with ordinary emotion Red Doc is, at times, excruciating in its grief Yet just when it threatens to become unbearable, just when you are hurling at terminal velocity toward the killing earth just then everything that seemed broken comes together Suddenly you are borne into the sky on words and stories, those human wings, up there with a thousand ice bats and a kind hearted monster and a stoner cow and a solid column of volcanic smoke, seamed with brilliant flame New York Magazine A shape shifting verse novel that s both playful and compelling Time Out New York The events in Red Doc, not so much recounted as erupting, have an instability suggestive of Alice in Wonderland As with a roller coaster, the transitions make us look forward to the next splendid plunge And we plunge The Boston Globe Carson swings through a variety of techniques that refract the madness of war, from the systemic absurdism of Catchto the post modern flights of Gravity s Rainbow to the dead bang temporal concussions of The Things They Carried Carson is funny Lorrie Moore funny, Grace Paley funny and Red Doc courses with a wit shot through with intelligence and humility Brushed with the magical, the absurd and the surreal PasteParts of this book are shockingly moving, especially when she describes the impending death of G s mother The poetry around their final meeting is strangely haunting in an understated way It presents loss and our tenuous human interconnectedness in its fragile and mysterious passing Inspired The Globe and MailToronto Red Doc is the sequelsort ofto Autobiography of Red, one of the crossover classics of contemporary poetry The book is strange and sweet and funny, and the remoteness of the ancient myth crossed with the familiarity of the modern setting creates a particularly Carsonian effect the paradox of distant closeness The New York Times Magazine If there is one book Ive pressed onpeople in the past decade, it is Carson s Autobiography of Red And Im here to tell you its sequel has just been published, and that its pretty much the biggest event of the year Red Doc is insightful, whimsical, erotic and sad If you like books to provoke you, dare you, even change the way you think, let me recommend this strange, wonderful pair of novels about a young red man We all have volcanoes in our lives Sometimes it takes someone else to show us how to survive them Rosecrans Baldwin, NPR

  • Format Kindle
  • 192 pages
  • Red Doc>
  • Anne Carson
  • Anglais
  • 18 November 2019
  • 0307950670

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