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book 2 is the best book, right? anyone wanna bat for 4?
the bit where priam's family is slaughtered is up there but the hector dream possibly wins it, may poll book 2 at some point
― a. cole, u thic (acoleuthic), Tuesday, 1 December 2009 17:24 (fourteen years ago) link
Something by Wyndham Lewis - Apes of God? Is anything directly referenced?
Yes, not Apes, though - 'post office, Rotting Hill' (from their cover of Jingle Bell Rock).
What else, what else. Reckon thomp has it covered. Great God Pan certainly.
Marriage of Heaven and Hell and Jerusalem or rather the intro to Milton by Blake of course (are we doing poems as well?)
Smith quotes The Call of Cthulu at the beginning of The Post Nearly Man, if that counts.
A choice of Dr Faustus representations (I think Smith said he got the idea of the song from some woodcuts or something, a folk version of the tale, so make of that what you will).
Morning of the Magicians is quoted fairly heavily in Before the Moon Falls if my memory serves me right, but you could argue he's just referencing things like the Nine Unknown Men (oh wait - that's Putta Block isn't it), rather than quoting the book itself.
Struggling to think of any more novels tho. I would but I'm stupid busy at the moment, and want to think a bit more about stuff that is mentioned (not to leave out singing 'You keep reading me the Booker Prize' for Book of Lies - oh yes, that's another one -
The Book of Lies - Aleister Crowley. There must be more.
The poems? Oh, um, pass for the moment, need to check out the Rexroth, reread the Virgil, think about Gerard Manley Hopkins AGAIN (he's never quite done it for me, but there are moments when I think he might) and I haven't read A, and possibly think I'm not likely to soon.
Yeats is great, love Browning. More, more - there's always more to read thank God.
― 'virgin' should be 'wizard' (GamalielRatsey), Tuesday, 1 December 2009 19:15 (fourteen years ago) link
three years pass...
one month passes...
six months pass...
five months pass...
The day dawns, with scent of must and rain,
Of opened soil, dark trees, dry bedroom air.
Under the fading lamp, half dressed - my brain
Idling on some compulsive fantasy -
I towel my shaven jaw and stop, and stare,
Riveted by a dark exhausted eye,
A dry downturning mouth.
It seems again that it is time to learn,
In this untiring, crumbling place of growth
To which, for the time being, I return.
Now plainly in the mirror of my soul
I read that I have looked my last on youth
And little more; for they are not made whole
That reach the age of Christ.
Below my window the wakening trees,
Hacked clean for better bearing, stand defaced
Suffering their brute necessities;
And how should the flesh not quail, that span for span
Is mutilated more? In slow distaste
I fold my towel with what grace I can,
Not young, and not renewable, but man.
for the day that's in it
― cpt navajo (darraghmac), Monday, 7 July 2014 12:54 (nine years ago) link
Constipated Oppen and the like almost make me angry now. I devoted entirely to much time to this stuff in the past.
Picked up Selected Prose, Daybooks, and Papers by Oppen for a buck the other week. I don't think I'll read it, blurb by Perloff or no blurb by Perloff. A lot of it seems awfully callow.
― alimosina, Monday, 7 July 2014 20:16 (nine years ago) link
seven years pass...