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An American guy called Paul Zimmer.
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An American guy called Paul Zimmer.
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A truly awful poem cynically employed for an evil cause, but quite good delivery.
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Craner on 'Prediction Tablet'.
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dilbert tell your parents to push the poets in the river
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Someone put me onto a Frenchman called Jacques Dupin today. Just reading through a selection Paul Auster put together. A lot of talk of fire and lightning and shattering and stone, which I tend to like.
"Outside, charnel-houses fill the beds of rivers lost beneath the
earth. The rock, stripped of its foliage, is sister of the cleaving
sky. Event precedes prediction, bird attacks bird. Inside, under
the earth, my hands are grinding colors that have hardly begun."
"When walking becomes impossible, it is the foot that shatters,
not the path."
"l inscribe the duplication of the imprint through time — imprint
of the twin narrative thwarted . . . in my haste I confuse the flight
of the sparrowhawk with the mechanics of a catapult —"
"Lit up by the fever, a whole crumbled future runs through his
fingers, covers him, sinks him in the sand —"
"Outside, charnel-houses fill the beds of rivers lost beneath the
earth. The rock, stripped of its foliage, is sister of the cleaving
sky. Event precedes prediction, bird attacks bird. Inside, under
the earth, my hands are grinding colors that have hardly begun."
"When walking becomes impossible, it is the foot that shatters,
not the path."
"l inscribe the duplication of the imprint through time — imprint
of the twin narrative thwarted . . . in my haste I confuse the flight
of the sparrowhawk with the mechanics of a catapult —"
"Lit up by the fever, a whole crumbled future runs through his
fingers, covers him, sinks him in the sand —"
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Cheers, sounds interesting. Auster really knew his stuff when it comes to French avant-garde poetry and was big on Paul Celan as well, who must have been around the Paris literary scene at the same time as Dupin.
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Dunno if it's just me but the rhythm and some of the diction of this translation sounds a lot like the Lord's Prayer at times.
My hollowed thirst
Hallowed be thy name
What I will become
My kingdom come
It reads like an atheist prayer. "Chase me, follow me.."
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woops
is not like other people
i reckon I've probably scorned PA elsewhere on this forum
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You said he boasted about being poor despite never really being poor and that he was basically a poser.
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I meant more this Jacques Dupin guy than Auster.