Name: There Where You Do Not Think to Be Thinking: Views from Tornado Island, Book 12: (From Theforestforthetrees) (en Inglés)
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Author: Stein, Charles
ISBN: 9781941550120

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There Where You Do Not Think to Be Thinking: Views from Tornado Island, Book 12: (From Theforestforthetrees) (en Inglés)

Formato

Libro Físico

Autor

Charles Stein

Editorial

Spuyten Duyvil

Idioma

Inglés

N° páginas

294

Encuadernación

Tapa Blanda

Dimensiones

23.5 x 19.1 x 1.6 cm

Peso

0.51 kg.

ISBN13

9781941550120

Categorías

Estados unidos de américa
Poesía

There Where You Do Not Think to Be Thinking: Views from Tornado Island, Book 12: (From Theforestforthetrees) (en Inglés)

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Reseña del libro "There Where You Do Not Think to Be Thinking: Views from Tornado Island, Book 12: (From Theforestforthetrees) (en Inglés)"

Poetry. THERE WHERE YOU DO NOT THINK TO BE THINKING speaks from a stock of some 26 "characters," numinous "objects," oddly configured "abstractions" one for each letter of the English alphabet which I imagine as wildly heterological metonyms to display the emergence of all that comes to Appear. In its own terms, the poem literally scries or conjures itself into existence and offers "emergence" as a figure for the productive generosity, as it were, of Being. But the subjectivity of poetry and its obsession with its own nature thereby seems to flip: it is reality that solicits the meaning of poetry, not the other way round. Reality subsumes the very intuitions that it fosters, projecting itself and the writer and reader together onto an intransitive itinerary of pondering, the exit from which can only be Discovery Itself." from Charles Stein in conversation with Derek Owens"