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Between the Guelfs and the Ghibellines – Tim Parks – Dante: The Story of His Life by Marco Santagata | London Review of Books

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On Dante | London Review of Books

Poems and Poetics: Inuhiko Yomota, from MY PURGATORY 

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I’ll go out of the outside of time where there are no more seagulls, no
more sounds of waves.
When the aim of waiting is known, waiting should be half over,
but I depend only on the cracked keel and sail
and am not permitted to know what on earth I’m waiting for.

– Inuhiko Yomota
from A BOAT ¹ from “My Purgatory” (Red Moon Press, VA)
End Note ¹ Alludes to Dante, Paradiso, Canto II, which, in the Carlyle-Okey-Wicksteed translation, begins: “O ye who in your little skiff longing to hear, have followed on my keel that singeth on its way, / turn to revisit your own shores; commit you not to the open sea; for perchance, losing me, ye would be left astray.”

Hiroaki Sato, translation from the Japanese

Source: Poems and Poetics: Inuhiko Yomota: from MY PURGATORY

A Longhouse Birdhouse: VALLEJO / MALANGA ~

Some Days A Fruitful, Cautious Longing
Comes Over Me

Some days a fruitful, cautious longing comes over me,
to love and kiss affection on both cheeks,
and from afar there comes to me,
demonstrative, a wish, a different wish of loving, strong,
the one who hates me, the one who tears up his role, the little boy,
the one who weeps for one who has been weeping,
king of wine, slave of water
the one who hides in his own wrath
the one who sweats, the one who passes by, the one who
shakes himself within my soul.
The pleasure to arrange a braid of hair
of one who walks to me, the soldier’s hair;
one’s light, the great; one’s greatness to the boy.
I want to iron a handkerchief at one
for the one who cannot weep
and, when I’m sad or when good fortune pains me,
to patch up geniuses and children.

I want to help the good man be a little bad
and have an urge to sit
on the right of the left-handed, answer the dumb,
trying to be useful in what
I can, wanting very much
to wash the cripple’s foot,
and help my one-eyed neighbor sleep.

Oh, this love of mine, this world-wide love,
interhuman, parochial, fulfilled!
It comes just right,
from the foundations, from the public groin,
and coming from afar it makes one want to kiss
the singer’s scarf,
to kiss the one who suffers, in this roasting-pan,
the dumb, in his deaf cranial murmur, dauntless;
the one who gives me what I had forgotten in my breast,
on his Dante, on his Chaplin, on his shoulders.

To sum up, I should like,
when I am on the famous verge of violence,
or when my heart is brave, I should like
to help the one who smiles to laugh,
place a little bird square on the scruff of a villain’s neck,
nurse the sick by provoking them,
buy to kill from the killer — a dreadful thing —
and be at peace within myself
in everything.

6 November 1937 
César Vallejo

translated from the Spanish by Gerard Malanga

A Longhouse Birdhouse: VALLEJO / MALANGA ~.

Interview with Louise Glück, 2014 National Book Award Winner, Poetry

Interview with Louise Glück, 2014 National Book Award Winner, Poetry.

Barthes after Barthes / Frieze Magazine

 

 

Frieze Magazine | Archive | Barthes after Barthes.

Introduction to Dante / Yale Literature Lectures

Introduction to Dante | Yale Literature Lecture.