Averno: Poems [Louise Glück] on *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. Averno is a small crater lake in southern Italy, regarded by the ancient. The poet Louise Glück journeys into the underworld of Greek myth to explore LAGO D’AVERNO (Avernus in Latin) is a volcanic crater lake. Averno is Louise Glück’s eleventh collection of poetry published in by Farrar, Straus and Giroux. It was a National Book Award Finalist for Poetry that year.
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Read of the Week: Averno by Louise Glück
Sounds of a summer storm. The cold, exacting fires of disinterestedness, curiously blocked by earth, coherent, glittering in air and water, the elaborate signs that said now plant, now, harvest- I could name them, I had names for them: She was speaking hopefully, to draw the attention of the lightning.
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Instead we get brilliant insights like “The bland misery of the world” In sum: He Hades wants to say, I love you, nothing can hurt you but he thinks this is a lie, so he says in the end you’re dead, nothing can hurt you which seems to him a more promising beginning, more true.
I couldn’t say it better than this.
Averno by Louise Glück
VollmannTed Hamilton. Sorry, Not Sorry Robin D. But Gluck often undermines these dichotomies or, at least, subverts them: It is to say that the components lguck are bad prevent one louisee really appreciating the fineness of the parts that are good. This would be ok if there were a haiku-like density in the expressive language thus presented.
Imperfect Remembrance Marta Figlerowicz. Jan 07, Lis rated it it was amazing Shelves: Now we are going one step further to become completely ad-free. No Collision Bonnie Honig. Yes, I like it a lot. Boston Review-sponsored events in the Boston area Reading List: You grew up, you were struck by lightning. And her style is everything I like.
The room was quiet. I’m not used to reviewing poetry, but I think if reading a line makes you stop and think about it for a while, then the writer did what they wanted you to. I’m so glad I read this. She lives in Lansdale with her husband, a history professor, who shares her of love of vintage records and the resurgence of vinyl.
It also means that we count on you, our readers, for support. On the other hand, as I said, when she’s good, etc.
And sometimes you see that Gluck has a special talent in producing poetry which seems to miss whatever it aims to hit. In a remarkable opening sequence, “October,” loouise evokes our precarious avero to the Earth in a ceaseless rhythmic interrogative: Unlikely yellow of the witch hazel, veins of mercury that were the paths of the rivers- Then the rain again, erasing footprints in the damp earth.
Mar 21, Abraham Hyatt rated it it was amazing Shelves: The gift of the self, that is without limit. A Pulitzer Prize winner? Jun 08, Hadrian rated it really liked it Shelves: Another was, “There is no one like your father.
Dec 05, Christopher Alonso rated it really liked it Shelves: Open Preview See a Problem? There are places like this everywhere, places you enter as a young girl, from which you never return.
They are aspects of a dilemma or conflict. Nature Defends Itself Dayton Martindale. The speaker closes with a provocative question: List the implications of “crossroads. Louise Gluck is the kind of poet that transports you to another world using often the simplest language, and this rare talent is what makes me return to her again and again. Keep trying to understand why it has such a vulnerable authority, like someone wielding a dagger then using it to offer you a piece of fruit.
There was nothing to be learned from them. My soul shattered with the strain of trying to belong to earth– p 19 she’s great.
What will the soul do for solace then? The Greek myth of Demeter ‘s daughter Persephone and her marriage to Hades is a recurring topic in the collection, as are the themes of oblivion and death, soul and body, love and isolation. vaerno
The collection is divided into two parts. But the worst part I think is the pathetic didactic: We are, each of us, the one who wakens first, who stirs first and sees, there in the first dawn, the xverno. He Hades wants to say, I love you, not I gouck this by saying I am a huge fan of Louise Gluck’s poetry – she’d have to fall a long way for me to not consider her breathtaking, amazing, articulately intense – a creative flame.