Literary Nonfiction. Essays. Edited and translated by Joyelle McSweeney and Johannes G�ransson. For over a decade, Aase Berg's poetry has permeated audiences from China to Romania to the US with its mix of linguistic permutations, feminist re-embodiments, and sci-fi atmospherics. Originally published in venues from daily newspapers to literary journals, the essays and columns collected here provide a characteristically refreshing set of coordinates, establishing the surreal, grotesque, and offbeat as unexpected arsenals for aesthetic and political insurgency.
Had been trying to get into Aase Berg's poetry for a while after having run into extremely positive endorsements from the poet SJ Fowler, and the poet-translators, Johannes Göransson and Joyelle McSweeney, but somehow never quite connected with the odd fragments found online. This short collection rectifies that. The essays serve as a perfect introduction to her work, functioning as a kind of unassuming on-the-hoof 'ars poetica', which at times remind me of the penetrating intensity of Rimbaud's letters to Paul Demeny, or, better, Sean Bonney's letters against the firmament. Somehow Berg avoids the eschewed romantic cliche of agonised poet and revolts against the humdrum 'epiphany at the bottom' formula poem, while being both down to earth and unquestionably romantic.
Very interesting and encouraging collection of essays on poetry and aesthetics. My favorite essay was "A Cistern of Sorrow," which offers an interesting look at the experience of pregnancy, but all the the essays have something to offer. As a former writing teacher, I wish alternative poetics like this were more prominent in American classrooms. Even side by side, I think it'd be an enlightening look at the scope of possibilities/range of poetics.
Incredible insight into a form of poetry as wound wreaking and wound supplicant; where the grief of a carved word is integral not into just how the poem heals but also how the poem heals irregularly. Slight concerns on the organization of this pamphlet (should it be as such?) might dampen the rating some, but the overwhelming power of a majority of these essays merits high recommendation.
I am so sorry but I could not understand a thing. Never got the point, confused and forgotten. No hard feelings, just cant work with this in any way, shape or form
unique perspectives on literary criticism and poetry as a form. title essay was definitely the stand out of the collection and i enjoyed the essays on reality and unreality and fantasy the best.