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Indlæser... Nine Horses: Poems (original 2002; udgave 2003)af Billy Collins
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Bliv medlem af LibraryThing for at finde ud af, om du vil kunne lide denne bog. Der er ingen diskussionstråde på Snak om denne bog. 2013 (my brief review can be found on the LibraryThing paged linked below) http://www.librarything.com/topic/160515#4341211 "We are busy doing nothing" Collins says of poets and in these poems that is true. A lot of work went into them - the attention to words, phrasing, cadence - and it doesn't result in much. He starts with promising ideas but they don't go anywhere. See "Absence," "Paris," "Trompe L'Oeil," "Albany," "Rooms." Very rarely - "Study in Orange and White" - he has an idea that makes it worth reading the whole poem. But mostly these are poems with no center, "no there there." The work is in four parts and the last two are better. Collins is best when he writes about nearly nothing - "The Great Walter Pater" or "Bermuda." He would have been good on the rewrite of "Last Year at Marienbad." With so many poets with something to say trying to be heard it's a shame that he gets so much of the stage for minor statements. After three days of steady, inconsolable rain, I walk through the rooms of the house wondering which would be best to die in. I read very little poetry. Laughably little, embarrassingly little. But [[Billy Collins]] reminds me here, as he always does, that poetry is not sentimental or schlocky or dull. [Nine Horses: Poems] was just like the other books of his that I've read, slowly, a poem or two a day. There are poems about yearning and love and also poems about the weather or what he sees from the window of a train to Albany and sometimes they are all present in the same poem. I'm sorry to be finished with this slender volume. Before it was over I took out a pencil and a notepad and figured out roughly what was left -- a small box of Octobers, a handful of Aprils, little time to waste reading a large novel on the couch every evening, a few candles flaming in the corners of the room. a fishbowl of Mondays, a row of Fridays -- yet I cannot come up with anything better than to strike a match, settle in under a light blanket, and open to the first sentence of Clarissa. My son is suffering through poetry in his high school English class. He does not find it easy to see symbolism or to plumb behind metaphor for meaning. He already dislikes the class and this unit finds him struggling terribly. I remember feeling a little at a loss myself when reading poetry despite my general facility with all things English class related. Unlike my boy, I could eventually winkle out a meaning acceptable enough to earn me praise but the work of it left me unwilling to read poetry on my own. And this has stayed the case for twenty some years now. But for some reason, when I saw Billy Collins' collection, Nine Horses, I was drawn to it. And the word "Poems" on the cover did not make me immediately want to run and hide. So I brought it home and now I've read it. And I wish that my son could be studying some of the simple, natural, and elegant poems contained in this collection. Yes, because they are accessible but mostly because they are wonderful. Collins captures the beauty of the natural world and of our place within it. He writes of the stages of life and the everyday. And he presents it all in clear and lovely verse. Sometimes he makes surprising but accurate comparisons, sometimes he pops in a twist on the expected, and sometimes he writes something witty and tongue in cheek, but overall and most of the time the poems are infused with a sense of familiarity and comfort. This is an eloquent and pleasing collection to be sure and I'll have to search out his others to allow myself to slip into the plain and profound beauty of his language and imagery again and again. ingen anmeldelser | tilføj en anmeldelse
Nine Horses, Billy Collins's first book of new poems since Picnic, Lightning in 1998, is the latest curve in the phenomenal trajectory of this poet's career. Already in his forties when he debuted with a full-length book, The Apple That Astonished Paris, Collins has become the first poet since Robert Frost to combine high critical acclaim with broad popular appeal. And, as if to crown this success, he was appointed Poet Laureate of the United States for 2001-2002, and reappointed for 2002-2003. What accounts for this remarkable achievement is the poems themselves, quiet meditations grounded in everyday life that ascend effortlessly into eye-opening imaginative realms. These new poems, in which Collins continues his delicate negotiations between the clear and the mysterious, the comic and the elegiac, are sure to sustain and increase his audience of avid readers. "From the Hardcover edition." No library descriptions found. |
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It's not a bad trick, though one downside is a lack of really memorable lines and passages, poetic phrasing that makes you think "wow". However there are images that stick out. These include a country mouse that steals a match and while running with it in its mouth behind the house's walls accidentally becomes Another memorable image concerns James Whistler's famous painting of his mother, commonly called "Whistler's Mother", but insensitively titled "Arrangement in Grey and Black No. 1" by Whistler himself: Collins also imagines the injustice if Botticelli had titled The Birth of Venus, "Composition in Blue, Ocher, Green, and Pink", or the absurdity of the reverse - Mark Rothko titling one of his "sandwiches of color", as Collins puts it, "Fishing Boats Leaving Falmouth Harbor at Dawn." Funny stuff! ( )