Posts Tagged ‘ Ingeborg Bachmann ’

Fleur Jaeggy

“Stefan Zweig, in his 1941 autobiography, “The World of Yesterday”—one of the great accounts of life in Europe in the first part of the twentieth century—writes about the artists he met in Paris, three decades earlier, who were scattered and destroyed in the murders, exiles, and chaos of two world wars. He describes writers like Rilke, who wanted only “to link verse to verse perfectly in quiet yet passionate endeavor.” “You felt almost ashamed to look at them,” he writes, “for they led such quiet lives, as if inconspicuous or invisible.” This is the Mitteleuropa lineage that produces, in our day, a writer like Fleur Jaeggy.”  – Sheila Heti

The Austere Fiction of Fleur Jaeggy | The New Yorker

with a tip of the hat to A Longhouse Birdhouse

Anne Boyer — This Imaginary Half-Nothing: Time | Full Stop

This Imaginary Half-Nothing: Time | Full Stop.

Reading Ingeborg Bachmann | Dalkey Archive Press

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Reading Ingeborg Bachmann | Dalkey Archive Press.

Two by Ingeborg Bachmann | DM du Jour

 

A Kind of Loss

Shared: seasons, books, and music.
Keys, teacups, the breadbasket, linens and a bed.
A dowry of words, of gestures, carried along,
used up, spent.
House rules followed. Said. Done. And always
the extended hand.
In winter, in a Viennese septet, and in summer
I have been in love.
With maps, in a mountain hut, on a beach
and in a bed.
A cult made up of dates and irrevocable promises,
enraptured before something, reverent over nothing.
( — to the folded newspaper, the cold ashes, the note
on a piece of paper)
fearless in religion, for the church was this bed.
From the sea view came my unstoppable painting.
From my balcony I greeted the people, my neighbors, below.
By the open fire, in safety, my hair took on its deepest color.
The doorbell’s ring was the alarm for my joy.
It is not you I have lost,
but the world.

– Ingeborg Bachmann

Two by Ingeborg Bachmann | DM du Jour.

flowerville: intimacy reigned over by another light

 

flowerville: intimacy reigned over by another light.

The PIP (Project for Innovative Poetry) Blog: Ingeborg Bachmann

 

 

The PIP (Project for Innovative Poetry) Blog: Ingeborg Bachmann.