(creative?!???) MESS, or: a state of confusion and disorderliness

I’ve started working on a short essay on Maggie Nelson’s Bluets. the book keeps popping up in my imagination, so I’ve decided to try to write myself through my fascination. As for now I haven’t got any written stuff to show you, but this is what my desk looks like at the moment: in comparison…

while waiting for Red Doc>

I’m still waiting for Red Doc>. While waiting I kill time reading about it … (Oh, well, I have to admit; this is not a 100% correct description of my situation, I mean – killing time is not exactly a habit of mine, but it sounded good, didn’t? And it is true that I’m looking forward to…

soon there will be more on red …

ROSECRANS BALDWIN: You don’t read poetry. That’s fine. Nobody does anymore. I’m not going to make you feel bad about that. But if there is one book I’ve pressed on more people in the past decade, it is Anne Carson’s Autobiography of Red. And I’m here to tell you its sequel has just been published, and that…

… a leap from red to blue

After having spent several bewildering & enchanting days in company of Carson’s Autobiography of Red, I’m moving on to blue, or more precisely Bluets. Bluets, by Maggie Nelson is (if I am to be honest), in its own ways, just as amazing as Carson’s Red. This is how the publisher presents Bluets: A lyrical, philosophical, and often…

a situation of inaccessible space translated into writing

I am stumbling around with this unanswerable question: how can one translate a situation of inaccessible space into writing – Could this be a kind of answer? Huge wads of silence stuffed the air. He was staring around for the dog then realized they hadn’t had a dog for years. Clock in the kitchen said quarter…

Another red day

  From far down the freeway came a sound 
of fishhooks scraping the bottom of the world. – Anne Carson: Autobiography of Red

At the front end of another red day

I’m back to Carson. This time reading her Autobiography of Red, a hybrid work of poetry and prose, based on Greek mythology.  Autobiography of Red is in part a reinterpretation of a lost Stesichorus poem called: “Tale of Geryon“. My knowledge of Greek antiquity is limited, I know a bit about sculpture and architecture, I have read…

Hi Plato, look at this!

Still soaked in the world of Anne Carson In ESSAY ON WHAT I THINK ABOUT MOST Carson dicuss the concept of ERROR (which is what she thinks about most) through a poem by the ancient Greek poet Alkman:  (…) There are three things I like about Alkman’s poem. (…) The fourth thing I like About…

Essay on What I Think About Most

I’m reading Anne Carson today; it’s a slow and difficult process, like trying to find a path through a deep and dark forest. I have to retrace my own steps all the time. Her texts are full of sadness, sorrow, and melancholic pain, but they do also unveil glimpses of hitherto unknown beauty. And she…

You can never use the infinitives and participles oddly enough

Did I ever tell you how much I like Anne Carson? Have a look at this:   I hate traveling … you don’t think until you stumble on something, traveling makes you stumble all the time. Its spooky. Stumbling is good for writing … – Anne  Carson  (2001)   Quad (1981)  a television play by Samuel…