#inger christensen

[apoemaday]

Men's Voices

by Inger Christensen tr. Susanna Nied

Men’s voices in the dark — once in a temple — men’s voices in the sun — once I was caryatid number nine — men’s voices in the park — I was a statue untouchable naked with no other mirror than the fingers of the air yielding to thought after thought with no other sadness than the rustling of leaves — men’s voices in the park: why did they waken me?

#poetry #inger christensen #men's voices #tr. susanna nied

[diana-andraste]

5.

early fall exists; aftertaste, afterthought; seclusion and angels exist; widows and elk exist; every detail exists; memory, memory's light; afterglow exists; oaks, elms, junipers, sameness, loneliness exist; eider ducks, spiders, and vinegar exist, and the future, the future

Inger Christensen, Alphabet fragment

(based structurally on  Fibonacci's sequence) trans. by Susanna Nied and Pierre Joris

#art #poetry #math #mathematics #fibonacci's sequence #gif #science #inger christensen #alphabet #black and white

[sapphireshorelines]

‘‘Today life opened inside me like an egg’’

Avocados are my favorite fruit. Every Sunday my grandfather used to bring me an avocado pear hidden at the bottom of his briefcase under six soiled shirts and the Sunday comics. He taught me how to eat avocados by melting grape jelly and french dressing together in a saucepan and filling the cup of the pear with the garnet sauce. I felt homesick for that sauce. The crabmeat tasted bland in comparison.

‘I’ve got to talk to you, have you got time?’

‘Yes,’ she said, ‘let’s have an orange.’

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Anne Sexton, Live / mango tree at my grandparents / William Carlos Williams, This is just to say / Syliva Plath, The Bell Jar / Katherine Larson, Radial Symmetry / Inger Christensen, Alphabet / Call Me By Your Name / Jhumpa Lahiri, Whereabouts / Jeanette Winterson, Oranges are not the only fruit / Syliva Plath, The Bell Jar / Virginia Woolf, Room of One's Own / Kiki's Delivery Service

#web weaving #parallels #food poetry #food poems #food quotes #anne sexton #photography #willam carlos williams #wcw #this is just to say #sylvia plath #the bell jar #katherine larson #radial symmetry #inger christensen #alphabet #call me by your name #jhumpa lahiri #whereabouts #jeanette winterson #oranges are not the only fruit #virginia woolf #room of one's own #kiki's delivery service #thread #food thread #**

[woundgallery]

from Alphabet by Inger Christensen 

#alphabet #inger christensen #poetry #favorite poetry #my my my apocalypse #s #text #blackberry blackberry blackberry

[elwenyere]

"Everything that a writer writes could just as easily have been different - but not until it's been written. As a life could have been different, but not until it's been lived."

-- Inger Christensen

#quotes #writing #inger christensen

[sivstudier]

november 18 — books i still think about

(out of all the books i've read up until now this year)

#literature #french literature #english literature #chris kraus #inger christensen #poetry #essays #reading #books and libraries #modern classical #samuel beckett #marguerite duras #ingeborg bachmann #clarice lispector #langblr #studying #100 days of productivity #literature studyblr #study motivation #university student #college student #literature student #stemblr #booklr #emmastudies #studyblr community #goodreads

[haveyoureadthispoem-poll]

"De stiger op, planetens sommerfugle / I Brajčinodalens middagshede luft..."

(translation by submitter: "They rise up, the planet's butterflies / In the midday heat of the Brajčino Valley...")

Read this in the original Dansk (Danish) here | Read an English translation of one of the sonnets in this sonnet cycle here

Reblog for a larger sample size!

#closed polls #polls #poetry #poems #poetry polls #poets and writing #tumblr poetry #have you read this #butterfly valley: a requiem #sommerfugledalen: et requiem #inger christensen #danish poetry #dansk #denmark

[leggerezza-dell-essere]

Sotto la pelle si difende un cuore.

Inger Christensen

____ Lina Scheynius

#Inger Christensen #citazione #lina scheynius #photography #art #apollinares 2.0 #morning

[heavensickness]

Inger Christensen was insane for this one

#thats lyrical genius. #also kudos to the translator who translated this from danish into english #now thats a HARD poem to translate #alphabet #Inger Christensen #shitposting

[naoedicoes]

NOVO LIVRO ALFABETO, de Inger Christensen, tradução de Ricardo Marques Capa a partir de gravura de Basilius Besler Edição em português Tradução do inglês e do espanhol /// Colecção Traditore, #17 https://livrosnaoedicoes.tumblr.com/post/739804281203556352/colecção-traditore-17-alfabeto-autora-inger

Alfabet [Alfabeto], publicado em 1981, é a obra mais conhecida e traduzida de Inger Christensen. Trata-se de um longo poema sobre a fragilidade da natureza perante as ameaças humanas da guerra e da devastação ecológica. De modo a salientar a perfeição e a simplicidade de tudo o que existe, a autora decidiu estruturar a sua obra de acordo com a sequência de números inteiros de Fibonacci, que está na base de muitas das formas do mundo natural (como a geometria da pinha, do olho do girassol ou do interior de certas conchas). Como tal, Alfabeto apresenta catorze secções, desde a letra A à letra N, sendo que o número de versos de cada uma é sempre a soma do número de versos das duas secções anteriores. Ao longo destes capítulos, cada vez mais extensos, Christensen vai assim nomeando todas as coisas que compõem o mundo. Este livro, verdadeiramente genesíaco, é a primeira tradução integral para português de uma obra sua.

Inger Christensen (1935-2009) Poeta dinamarquesa, nascida em Vejle. O seu trabalho explora as ligações entre o som e o significado e desafia as fronteiras tradicionais entre géneros literários, muitas vezes de forma lúdica. Christensen aplicou estruturas repetitivas nos seus livros (como em Det [Isto], de 1969), construindo uma obra profundamente influenciada pela Matemática e marcada por uma aguda consciência linguística e ética. À data da sua morte, era considerada uma das mais importantes poetas experimentais do século XX, tendo sido indicada várias vezes para o Prémio Nobel da Literatura.

A Inger era uma pessoa adorável e uma escritora maravilhosa. Sempre acreditei que lhe fosse atribuído o Prémio Nobel. Quando ela morreu (…) eu disse: ‘deixaram que a Inger morresse’. Eu não me importava de ter esperado. Podia receber o Prémio mais tarde ou talvez nem sequer ganhá-lo. Mas eu queria mesmo era que ele fosse para a Inger. (…) Ela não era nada pretensiosa. Era uma escritora brilhante mas, ao mesmo tempo, uma pessoa tão normal. Era incrível. Talvez ela possa estar a ouvir-nos. Eu não acredito em Deus e não sou supersticiosa. Mas pela Inger estou disposta a ser um pouco supersticiosa.

Herta Müller (Prémio Nobel da Literatura 2009) /// Pedidos via [email protected] /// A partir da próxima semana nas livrarias habituais: https://naoedicoes.tumblr.com/livrarias

#poesia #livros #novidade #novo livro #colecção traditore #não edições #inger christensen #tradução #Ricardo Marques #Alfabeto

[violettesiren]

If I stand alone in the snow it is clear that I am a clock

how else would eternity find its way around

from Light: If I stand by Inger Christensen (Translated by Susanna Nied)

#inger christensen

[smaller-comfort]

-alphabet, Inger Christensen, translated by Susanna Nied

1 [a] apricot trees - 2 [b] bracken - 3 [c] cicadas - 4 [d] doves - 5 [e] early fall - 6 [f] fisherbird herons - 7 [g] given limits - 8 [h] whisperings - 9 [i] ice ages

#poetry #alphabet #this is an experiment #we'll see how far it goes #inger christensen

[proustian-dream]

Poema cósmico.

#inger christensen #mis libros #diario

[woundgallery]

from Alphabet by Inger Christensen

#inger christensen #praise the mutilated world #my my my apocalypse #poetry #alphabet #favorite poetry #love #love exists love exists #text #s

[canesenzafissadimora]

Sotto la pelle si difende un cuore.    

#inger christensen

[aboutbirds]

hydrogen bombs exist a plea to die

as people used to die one day in ordinary

weather, whether you know you are dying or know nothing, maybe

a day when as usual you have forgotten you must die, a breezy day in

November maybe, as you walk into the kitchen and barely manage to

notice how good and earthy the potatoes smell, and barely

manage to put the lid on, wondering whether you salted them before you put the lid on, and in a flash,

while puffs of steam leak past the lid, barely manage to remember your life as it was and still is, while the potatoes

boil and life, which you always have said must go on, really does go on, a plea, an ordinary plea, an

ordinary day, that life can continue completely ordinarily without it ever happening that any of all

the cruel experiments that the Teller group performed on Eniwetok where the waves of the Pacific raged in fury, or any of all the experiments that

the Sakharov group performed on Novaya Zemlya where the waves of the Arctic Ocean raged in fury without these experiments or those of the British French

Chinese ever reaching real real- isation here where we still live in a real real world as opposed to the unreality of Novaya Zemlya

and Eniwetok; here I walk down to the still blue of the Sound shining with evening, toss a stone into the water, see how the cirlces widen, reaching even the farthest shores

Inger Christensen, from alphabet, tr. Susanna Nied

#inger christensen #alphabet #susanna nied #out of my collection