Virtuosity (Black Moon) (French Edition)

What resisted Rimbaud was not only his youth, his mother, poverty, and the provincial town of Charleville, but may have been a disgust with maturity and a literary career itself. Like Hopkins, Rimbaud experienced virtuosity, living within the accelerated rush of time that characterizes a poetics of extraordinarily high stimulation, but he gave it up, or let it sit stagnant, rather than mining it so as to greet literary fame in his lifetime.

One moves beyond a state of modesty once virtuosity has been achieved, finding that the ecstasy of leisure that poetry affords is reward enough, while others choose to maintain this modesty or grow uncomfortable without it and remain in a state of stuttering, of awe at the very resistance of material and subject to the work.

The only means he has to give value to life is to recognize it with the imagination and name it; this is so. To repeat and repeat the thing without naming it is only to dull the sense and results in frustration. I think often of my earlier work and what it cost me not to have been clear. I acknowledge I have moved chaotically about refusing or rejecting most things, seldom accepting values or acknowledging anything.

So most of my life has been lived in hell — a hell of repression lit by flashes of inspiration, when a poem such as this or that would appear[ 28 ]. Or if one weaved, one would be destined to repeat, and not to see anything.

A poetics of virtuosity

The first stanza is by Hopkins, the second by the critic and poet Sturge Moore in his book Style and Beauty in Literature:. How to keep beauty? Is there nowhere any means to have it stay? Will no bow or brooch or braid, Brace or latch Latch or catch Or key to lock the door lend aid Before beauty vanishes away? A poetics of counter-virtuosity could then be called a writing into life , though not into literature. Norton, , 53— In the latter, he thought, Marx and Lenin, too — had they read it — would have detected the great historical movement of which it is an expression.

They would have recognized very clearly that it does not describe the perambulations of an eccentric stroller, but the vagabond flight of a person who can no longer endure the limits of his class, which — with the Crimean War, the Mexican adventure — was beginning to open up exotic parts of the world to its mercantile interest. To assimilate the gesture of the unfettered vagabond, putting his affair in the hands of chance and turning his back on society, was patently impossible for the stereotype of the proletarian fighter. Schocken Books, , University of Chicago Press, , Here, like a proto-pop artist, Rimbaud plays homage to the detritus of a culture that moves with such agility beyond itself, corrupting quickly its past beliefs and aesthetics and accumulating its occasional productions, so that the recent present seems to outweigh the past in sheer informational abundance.

John Picks New York: Doubleday, , His famous theory of inscape is one example, about which he writes: A Collection of Critical Essays , ed. Geoffrey Hartman New Jersey: Prentice-Hall, , A few paragraphs later, he writes: Hopkins, A Hopkins Reader , — But unusual poetry has a tendency to seem to so at first. William Carlos Williams, Collected Poems , ed.

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Christopher MacGowan New York: New Directions, , 27— There came crowds walking — men as visions. With expressionless, animate faces;. Empty men with shell-thin bodies. Jostling close above the gutter,. And then, for the first time,. I really scented the sweat of her presence. And turning saw her and — fell back sickened! Ominous, old, painted —.

With bright lips and eyes of the street sort —. Her might strapped in by a corset. To give her age youth, perfect.

In that will to be young she had covered. Her godhead to go beside me. Williams, Kora in Hell San Francisco: City Lights Books, , 44— Revolution of the Word , ed. Jerome Rothenberg New York: The Seabury Press, , provides an image of the ferment of literary activity surrounding Williams in his most experimental periods. However, Williams himself had a difficult personal relationship with many members of the international avant-garde especially Duchamp and even with Imagism with his distrust of Hellenism, his often Cubist or Dadaist poetics, and his exploration of staccato meters , so he was still well below the radar of the establishment.

Library of America, , — These are the last stanzas of the poem, which was probably, judging by the bracketed space that the editors included in an earlier part of the poem, incomplete and found in manuscript after his death. Stickney actually made some breaks with the elaborate, performative poetics implied by this excerpt, and may be considered a precursor of Imagism — particularly of T.

Sir, say no more. Cambridge University Press, , Pantheon Books, , — Marion Boyars Publishers, , suggests: It is therefore unique in this whole universe committed to Good, but it must adhere totally to Good, maintain it and strengthen it in order to be able to plunge into Evil. And he who damns himself acquires a solitude which is a feeble image of the great solitude of the truly free man.

In a certain sense he creates. In a universe where each element sacrifices itself in order to converge in the greatness of the whole, he brings out the singularity, that is to the say the rebelliousness, of a fragment or a detail.

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Thus something appears which did not exist before, which nothing can efface and which was in no way prepared by worldly materialism. The valorization of the fragmentary is interesting here in relation to Williams, for though he never acknowledged this sort of universe, the very proliferation of exclamation points in his writing, and the assurance of a near damnation that he felt by the literary world, especially by Eliot, suggests that he was aware of his breaching of ethical divides, his entering into an area of being that was not merely as has been suggested so far that of sexual or social eccentricity.

The extraordinary faith that Williams had that the accidental, the minor, or the particular that occurs in his work had universal import suggests that he believed the very form of a poem had ethical import. New Directions, , A poetics of virtuosity. A portrait reveals the painter felt his dark Caribbean features. However, there are also strings that are so twisted up that you're not sure why they've been wound onto the ball and you're not sure if you should try and untangle them or just leave them as part of the whole.

Jana folded the feelings into one straight line, which drew itself on her lips. I had veiny-white skin, puddle-coloured hair and flat grey eyes. But even during the brownest polyester years of Communism in Prague, he still lived his life as if it were a French film. Some of the tangles are still calling me and I may go back to if I can find where they lead. Nobody writes like Yelena Moskovich, and this novel is aptly named. But at the end I was left with a mildly disappointing bitter taste.

It opens with a woman being found dead in a hotel room by her wife, and works both backwards and forwards from there, with a focus on the lives of two characters. Originally Nobody writes like Yelena Moskovich, and this novel is aptly named. Gradually, we learn about their formative relationships: There are too many differences and odd inconsistencies for that theory to feel wholly correct, yet too many similarities to ignore.

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Ultimately it begins to resemble a modernised, queered fairytale. Virtuoso reminded me a lot of a book I really loved a couple of years ago, The Eleventh Letter by Tom Tomaszewski, and it struck me that it could have the same tagline — a love story, a ghost story, a murder mystery. Beautifully worded, dreamlike and labyrinthine, Virtuoso is a many-sided, many-layered puzzle of a novel.

Reading it, in terms of both prose and plot, is like watching an intricate and mesmerising dance. So for much of its length, this was easily a five-star, best-of-the-year read for me. To go back to the puzzle analogy, the novel as a whole is like an incredibly beautiful jigsaw with pieces missing. There is an extra weight within the room, like a movement finishing itself. It was an ambling humidity, as August exhaled and the ocean knocked itself against the coasts, beating out the fever.

Everyone danced like bodies being resurrected in gunfire. Her eyes were nowhere. They were diamonds being cut from smut. Dominique stared at the dog and thought of the hiking trails on the map like blood sewn into paper. The sky, like a pool of dark ink, trembled above as if having to hold up its own liquid. All the kids begin to smile in succession like a circle of budding tulips.

The phrase tilted itself against the moon and fell over the edge. The morning felt no different than the night and by the time afternoon came, she felt the day dripping off its face.

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Not just the dress, but also. Sadness like a language dubbed over our lives, to which we are moving out of sync, our feeling swaying outside the lines of our thinking and doing. The foil was crinkling like stars fighting to keep their light. I received an advance review copy of Virtuoso from the publisher through NetGalley. TinyLetter Twitter Instagram Tumblr Nov 12, Siobhan rated it really liked it. Virtuoso is a stylistic piece of literary fiction that circles around the lives of a number of women. Jana's Czech childhood was interrupted by raven-haired Zorka, a whirlwind who then disappeared.

And in an internet chatroom, an American girl plots to rescue a Czech housewife from her husband. Dreamlike in its narrative and in many of its descriptions, the novel moves be Virtuoso is a stylistic piece of literary fiction that circles around the lives of a number of women. Dreamlike in its narrative and in many of its descriptions, the novel moves between the stories and perspectives in a way that, surprisingly, mostly isn't that confusing.

When it is confusing, it feels like part of the style and the way that the fluctuations make the boundaries uncertain.

The pace can sometimes be slow and sometimes fast, which again makes it feel like a series of dreams. The characters, particularly Jana and Zorka, are engaging, though at times it feels like you drift away from them and then return. The artsy quality of Virtuoso, created through its style and interconnected narratives, will mean it isn't for everyone.

However, this is what makes it stand out, and it manages to make the characters' narratives gripping even when it isn't clear where anything is going. Nov 07, Anya rated it did not like it Shelves: Virtuoso was a weird novel full of peculiar descriptions and metaphors. Often you found out more from what was in between the lines than of what was said.

I had a few issues. I usually don't have a problem with vulgar,sexual or strong language or content, but if a 7-year old girl wants to be more "molestable", then that's just not okay for me. I was not a fan of the constant change of perspective. I believe the author intended to create some confusion, but the layout and jumping around didn't make Virtuoso was a weird novel full of peculiar descriptions and metaphors. I believe the author intended to create some confusion, but the layout and jumping around didn't make it an enjoyable read for me.

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Sadly this story wasn't what I expected and I wouldn't recommend it to any of my bookish friends. Virtuoso was certainly a fascinating piece of literature. It had a dreamlike quality that pulled me in and kept me turning the pages. The prose was beautiful and lyrical, and I loved the raw yet emotional portrayal of the women in the cast. This is a novel that requires concentration as we weave from one story to the next and back again, but I enjoyed piecing everything together. This is a book with plenty to say that will leave you pondering for days after you close the final page.

That said, I Virtuoso was certainly a fascinating piece of literature. That said, I did struggle with the ending. I had expected things to come together a little more cohesively than they did, and I still had a lot of unanswered questions, especially regarding the chatroom romance. Still, it was certainly an exciting introduction to a new-to-me author, and I hope to read more of Yelena Moskovich's work in the future. Nov 03, Sophie rated it liked it Shelves: Definitely written in a unique and interesting style, with mesmerising and flowing prose; I can see why it has been compared to the dreamy qualities of Lynchian films.

This copy was kindly provided to me in exchange for an honest review by the publisher via NetGalley. Moray Teale rated it really liked it Oct 25,