| When Gregor Samsa woke up one morning from unsettling dreams, he found himself changed in his bed into a monstrous vermin. He was lying on his back as hard as armor plate, and when he lifted his head a little, he saw his vaulted brown belly, sectioned by arch-shaped ribs, to whose dome the cover, about to slide off completely, could barely cling. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, were waving helplessly before his eyes. -- Metamorphosis, Franz Kafka, translation by Stanley Corngold |
Nic Sebastian has put up the next interview in her series called 'Ten Questions for Poetry Editors'. This one is with James Midgley (`PoeticWar), editor of Mimesis. Check it out. : )
Currently I'm reading stories by Raymond Carver (Where I'm Calling From) and poetry by Ted Hughes (Birthday Letters). Before that I was reading a novel by Jane Bowles called Two Serious Ladies.
I don't know if you can call it a novel exactly, or maybe you can: the movement in general is outward.
Some months ago, N mentioned the book to me, saying it was very good. A week or so ago, I stopped by where he works to chat (I do that now; so much free time, I think I'm living someone else's life) and as I was leaving he handed the book to me.
Now, this is the sort of thing that happens when I'm on a strict reading regimen, of which everyone seems to know (a strict reading regiment is my version of having a lifelong medical condition or trying out different diets). I totally caved. This is why I never managed to be Catholic or stop drinking coffee. Zero will power.
The great thing, though, was that I loved the book. It's been a long time since I read something in three days flat. The past couple of years I've slowed down my reading pace. Most books suffer from being read intermittently along with several other books; rare gems are read slowly and solemnly like bibles.
Two Serious Ladies tells of Christina Goering, an eccentric sort of single woman, and Frieda Copperfield, who is equally strange and married. I have to be cautious about saying "eccentric" and "strange" because I don't want to diminish them in any way. Yet they both seem to be on the edge of insanity. They don't do the expected thing. Christina seems obsessed with sainthood, and yet she ends up selling her suburban home to live in a much less comfortable house on an island with several different men. What's curious and refreshing about the whole thing is that Christina is convinced that these affairs will take her towards sainthood. This is what she must do. And it makes you think of the different kinds of sainthood that are possible, that can be created.
The novel begins with Christina and Frieda meeting at a party. Christina then begins her adventures and Frieda leaves on a holiday to Panama with her husband. She spends most of her time in brothels, befriending prostitutes, bailing them out and so on. At the end of the novel, they meet again and are changed.
N had told me that Bowles's prose is sparse; I expected it to be sparse and affected (natural pessimist that I am), but it's just very bare. No fancy descriptions, no tricks, no verbosity. I like.
May '09 in books and movies
Poets on Poetry: Walt McDonald










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I reject your reality and substitute my own.
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Just when they think they have all the answers, I change the questions.
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I can't be everything to everyone. To thy own self be true.
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I just wanted to say hello and thank you very much for posting your Writing Resources. I've been looking for a collection of resources that I can use, and it was such a pleasure to come across yours!
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Lots of love.
Well, you could keep an eye on ^SparrowSong and ^fllnthblnk, who are the new GMs, and ^StJoan and ^LadyLincoln who've been around. Also, =Lit-Twitter does a lot of updating.
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Is Canadian foreign for you? If so, there's a beautiful film by Atom Egoyan called The Sweet Hereafter. But that's outside the five that I'm nervously suggesting to you.
L'Argent - Robert Bresson
One of the best French directors. This is one of his most famous films. If you like it, try Le Diable, Probablement, which is harder, more interior. There are many more of his films that I haven't watched that are supposed to be great.
The Third Generation - Rainer Werner Fassbinder
My favourite German so far. He is incredibly nasty. This particular film has a terrorist organisation that seems to be largely purposeless, unfocussed, distracted. Also: high noise levels and queer subtexts.
Cargo 200 - Aleksey Balabanov
This is easily one of the most powerful films I've ever watched, and also the most brutal condemnation of communism. Because of the violence, many of Balabanov's usual actors refused to be part of the film and some even consider it a B film. I think it's stunning.
Ne touchez pas la hache - Jacques Rivette
Rivette is another brilliant French director. This is his most recent film, made in his 80s. He is one of those rare artists who has managed to sustain his creativity. His best is an old black-and-white with Jean-Louis Trintrignant called Ma nuit chez Maud. This one is based on a novel by Balzac called La duchesse de Langeais. The best period film I have ever seen. The costumes are incredible, and the performances -- I hate to see this, you'll never find this kind of work coming out of the Americas or Asia.
Serie Noire - Alain Courneau
Courneau is largely mediocre, but this one is great. It's based on Jim Thompson's Hell of a Woman. I think he changes the story a bit. Again, brilliant performances.
So that's three French, one German and one Russian. Not that the French are the best, I'm just more familiar with their work. As for Asian cinema, there is one Abbas Kiarostami film I like called Close Up. It's interesting for the way it blends the docu and docu drama forms, but like most Asian cinema, is a bit weepy.
Let me know how this goes. Unless it goes very, very, very badly...
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