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from Microliths they are, Little Stones, by Paul Celan – Pierre Joris, tr. | Dispatches from the Poetry Wars

excerpts:

82.11  They asked the man dying of thirst if the dripping faucet in the next door cell didn’t disturb him, and promised to quickly remedy this nuisance.

82.14  Not the measured verse, but the unmeasured, where the lyrical and the tragical meet and cut across each other, is what makes the poem a poem.

103.2-i- Who goes into details, helps things to gain their rights.

104. Truth is revolutionary. I believe that too, but when it is quoted at me, I do sniff a little around the quotation marks.

– from Paul Celan, Mikrolithen sinds, Steinchen, the collected posthumous prose, Barbara Wiedemann and Bertrand Badiou, editors, published by Suhrkamp Verlag, 2005 — apprx 200pp of Celan’s writings (divided into sections of aphorisms, narrative gragments, dialogues, notes, theoretical-critical fragments, unsent letters & texts concerning the Goll affair), all followed by a 700-page apparatus of bio-bibliographic cpmentaries. The English translation by Pierre Joris of the texts with a reduced commentary section, from which the present excerpts are taken, will be published as Microliths they are, Little Stones, in late 2018 by Attem-Verlag.

Source: from Microliths they are, Little Stones, by Paul Celan – Pierre Joris, tr. | Dispatches Poetry Wars

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Art in a Time of Atrocity – The New York Times

Night Theater, by Meena Alexander

Night Theater

by Meena Alexander

Snails circle
A shed where a child was born.
She bled into straw —
Who can write this?

Under Arcturus,
Rubble of light:

We have no words
For what is happening —

Still language endures
Celan said

As he stood in a torn
Green coat

Shivering a little,
In a night theater, in Bremen.

 

Meena Alexander at the Academy of American Poets

 

Interview: Dan Beachy-Quick on Keats, the Agonal, and the Sublime | The Arcadia Project

Interview: Dan Beachy-Quick on Keats, the Agonal, and the Sublime | The Arcadia Project.

Pierre Joris talks about Paul Celan and “The Meridian” / Jacket2

Paul Celan, Pierre Joris / Jacket 2

Reading the Living Archives: The Witness of Literary Art by Carolyn Forché

Reading the Living Archives: The Witness of Literary Art by Carolyn Forché [article/magazine].

Paul Celan / Language Mesh (Sprachgitter)

LANGUAGE MESH

Eye’s roundness between the bars.

Vibratile monad eyelid
propels itself upward,
releases a glance.

Iris, swimmer, dreamless and dreary:
the sky, heart-grey, must be near.

Athwart, in the iron holder,
the smoking splinter.
By its sense of light
you divine the soul.

(If I were like you. If you were like me.
Did we not stand
under one trade wind?
We are strangers.)

The flagstones. On them,
close to each other, the two
heart-grey puddles:
two
mouthsfull of silence.

Paul Celan
Michael Hamburger, trans.

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