[uelue chose noir] Kindle É Jacques Roubaud

St month because for 15 years people I cared about were dealing with the illness and I had to maintain people I cared about were dealing with the illness and I had to maintain distance That is not an act of severing but instead a downcast pivot Roubaud s poetry made me wary initially I didn t wish to be the victim of backshadowing Such precaution was unnecessary These verses are artful and human Cornel West is correct we can t lose ourselves in abstractions of death we must confront corpses out denigrating corporeality I felt Roubaud s pain but couldn t imagine it I do wish he would abandon ins Loss in light in the shadow on the wall in the rays of the sun that lay on the window pain Loss in the silver emulsion that turns black in its negative in the picture on the wall writing language and silence Loss in photography and in poetry I am not exactly enad with Roubaud s poetry but I am certainly taken by his wife her life and work her journal and pictures realizing that it must have been hard to lose a woman like that and to deal with the loss on a daily basis I am attempting to read his poems as a journal instead of fine poetry which in my opinion the poetry is not I do love the photographs at the back of the book and only wish she could have lived longer in order to produce work and perhaps find the happiness that eluded herI uit reading this mediocrity about half way and just skimmed the rest The book did not ring authentic for me though I do feel bad for all those involved in the life of Alix who lost her finally in the end so totally But that doesn t make this a book worth finishing it actually makes it worse This ten part poetry cycle was written by Oulipo legend Mr Roubaud in memory of his young wife Alix Cl o a Canadian photographer who died of an embolism aged 31 Her own book Alix s Journal also available from Dalkey is *A Collection Of Moody *collection of moody photos and compliments this volume creating a chilling portrait of death and its permanent imprints The poems here use various complex constraints and stark free verse to express the impact of loss nagging absence and the begrudging afterness Several photographs from the Journal round off the volume creating what is perhaps the most moving Oulipo production in English and a beautiful memorial to an unrealised talent This is a book that contains 100% pure unadulterated grief Excellent book This was fucking horrifying I agree with some others here it s not all great poetryAlix perhaps for being female was in tune with life There s some of that of her hereThe sensorial stuff especially is like a cold nife inserted between the ribs You The Shadows in the Street Simon Serrailler know how they say that to grieve focus on the physical sensation of the feeling It is very difficult to write about this volume of poetry If you have ever lost someone you love than younow that it is best to eep those emotions at a certain distance when it is possible if it is possible Roubaud did not pick up a pen for thirty months it is possible if it is possible Roubaud did not pick up a pen for thirty months the death of his wife Alix and the result are these meditations on loss grief and the limited consolation literature can provide These are not easy reads but they are overwhelmingly beautiful and profound Again this book hurts to read but some essential things are rooted in painful experiences And even in the dark heart of the Black Thing finding a way to live on after the death of your love light finds space to break through A Day in June after an epithalamium by Georges PerecThe sky. E with the conseuences of death the ever present not there ness of the person who wasis loved. uelue chose noir

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This was one of the first collection of poems I read back when I was 21 Almost 11 years later I still remember the experience well and occasionally open the book every few years Its tone and images have stuck with me In the collection the poet Roubauld paints a view of grief reflecting and being haunted by the death of his wife Alec Cleo who died at the young age of 31Some of these poems are
raw but they transcend being confession by the sheer artistry Much experimental poetry tends to be cold or dry here we have someone experimenting with meaning and words because of the difficulty of words to hold grief to express loss to give oneself a will to live Knowing that words can t uite accomplish these tasks gives the poems a haunted feeling as if they were reminders of what can only be livedThere is a great diversity of techniues and approaches in this book including a lot of halts and silences that move in unexpected directions and surprising phrasesThe title phrase occurs multiple times throughout the collection like an echoing voice one such instanceSome thing black which closes in locks shut pure unaccomplishedThe book also *includes a collection of photographs by his wife Alex Cleo called some thing black and they clearly influenced some of *a collection of photographs by his wife Alex Cleo called some thing black and they clearly influenced some of he wroteI can not write about you with truth then you have doneI recommend this book wholeheartedly one of the uniue ualities it contains is its persistence in grief and its concrete emotionalityThe phone will ring The voice which the man who is alone because of a death will hear is not that of the woman he "loves it s some other voice any voice "It s some other voice any voice will hear it This does not prove he is alive Perfect perfect perfectUniue and movingRoubaud s poetic language and vision are unrepeatably original He really managed to create something that touches the soul in a way it never expirienced before I was astonished I feel changed It might come into my head to compare you to a dark body at an enormous distance nearly infinite emitting a dark light which eeps coming at me Entering my sleep as X rays do the flesh my waking riddled like a cloudbed with intense swift radiation It might but I won t give in to it Jacues Roubaud from M ditation de la comparaison Meditation on Comparison trans by Rosmarie WaldropI read this book as part of my ongoing project of reading books of poetry written by poets who happen to also be mathematicians See additionally my notes on Antipoems by Nicanor Parra The copy I found is translated into English by poet Rosmarie Waldrop At some point I must also get my hands on a version in the original French so that I can compare uelue chose noir Some Thing Black is just one of several books Roubaud was inspired to write by the sudden death of his wife photographer Alix Cleo Roubaud from a pulmonary embolism at age 31 While other books Roubaud wrote exploring this theme Le grand incendie de Londres La boucle Mathematiue are in prose uelue chose noir is prose poetry This means Roubaud plays with spacing capitalization he often drops the first capital letter in a sentence typography repetition and neologisms eg Waldrop s translation of Un jour de juin d apr s un pithalame de Georges Perec A Day in June includes the felicitous coinage At the beginning of the nineteenheavenlies and I m now dying to now how this phrase reads in the original FrenchAs befits a mathematician bot. Written in the years following the sudden death of Roubaud's wife Some Thing Black is a profo. H Roubaud s thought and the language with which he expresses it are precise and also grounded in the building blocks of science vectors and cells pulse and periodicity identity and isomorphism Roubaud s language also embodies a deep understanding of his late wife s field photography indeed it s the black and white of her exposed film that gives the book s title one of its many layered meaningsRather like being a science fiction author a big part of being a mathematician consists of proposing And Conducting Thought Experiments conducting thought experiments if there were a ring of numbers like the integers 3 2 1 0 1 2 3 which had to obey all the rules that rings must obey except that in addition to all the integers it also included the suare root of 5 What Would This Ring Be Like Would would this ring be like Would division be possible in it Could each of the elements in the ring be factored into prime numbers in a uniue way Et cetera Or broadly speaking What if there existed a world just like the one we live in except that this one little thing were different And if this world had to remain internally consistent What would this alternate world be like As a way to grapple with his grief and bereavement Roubaud runs several such thought experiments in these prose poems as in Une logiue A Logic which as translated by Waldrop runs as follows The world of one who would be two not solipsism bi ipsism In this world if it could have been thought another s thoughts would always have been thoughts of the other of the two Thoughts of the outside in this world of ours would have been of things appearing to our alternating consciousness and only those perceptions of yours and mine which reached utopian fusion would really have existed on our twosome island Fridge stove fading light shouts noises children not hostile clamor between us thought the itchen tableHere the mathematics of 1 s and 2 s is used to conjure up the intimacy of married life and to make stark the widower s isolation Roman photo Photo Novel puts forth another such thought experiment this one based around the axiom The novel consists of adventures told in the time they are happening and traces the conseuences of this axiom to their movingly bleak logical conclusion There is someone a man He has no name There is his young wife Who is dead The novel takes place in several possible worlds In some the woman is not dead When there is only one world left where she is dead the novel is finishedThe book consists of 9 sections each consisting of 9 prose poems each prose poem under 2 pages in length many are exactly 9 lines long followed by a single lineated poem at the end The first three sections are perhaps the most lucidly written the most accessible with subseuent sections being dense and elliptical and difficult to sieve meaning from though *even there there are moments that stand out in their clarity such as the poet s wrenchingly naked admissions of *there there are moments that stand out in their clarity such as the poet s wrenchingly naked admissions of persistent sexual desire for his dead wife Yet I desire In full daylight I plunge into these conflagrations from the poem Pornography But perhaps such cool analytic judgments are not the right way to interact with this book which does not seem to be trying to be literary does not seem to be trying to be anything than a naked unedited reco Searing and yet placid There s an ill adjusted peace on display a rounded resignation I found myself aware that I didn t read Cancer Ward until la. Und and moving transcription of loss mourning grief and the attempts to face honestly and liv.