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A marvelous, sustained modernist work. H.D. has absorbed mythology and religion in such a way that they appear here both weightless and completely enmeshed in the poems. "The Flowering of the Rod" is particularly masterful, but all three long poems are penned with a fine sense of music and rhetoric. They have a quality of rareness, in that they seem somehow salvaged from ruins. And they read smoothly; I am generally a slow reader of poetry and seldom read a book of poems straight through. It isn't that these poems are easy, but they don't have the same kind of insistent opacity of, say, Pound or Stevens. They are neither more nor less masterful than the poems of Pound's Cantos or Stevens's Harmonium, but designed differently, probably painstakingly, to flow through without clogging. I say carefully that they are enrapturing.
This slim novel comes from a bright mind. Nothing in it can be predicted. It is full of filth, shocks of beauty and enormous energy. It covers the entire range of human passions without judgment. It is mind-expanding and truly invents, in the most reserved and elite sense of that word. There is nothing comparable.
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Trilogy by Hilda Doolittle
juniper, September 20, 2011
A marvelous, sustained modernist work. H.D. has absorbed mythology and religion in such a way that they appear here both weightless and completely enmeshed in the poems. "The Flowering of the Rod" is particularly masterful, but all three long poems are penned with a fine sense of music and rhetoric. They have a quality of rareness, in that they seem somehow salvaged from ruins. And they read smoothly; I am generally a slow reader of poetry and seldom read a book of poems straight through. It isn't that these poems are easy, but they don't have the same kind of insistent opacity of, say, Pound or Stevens. They are neither more nor less masterful than the poems of Pound's Cantos or Stevens's Harmonium, but designed differently, probably painstakingly, to flow through without clogging. I say carefully that they are enrapturing.Too Loud a Solitude by Bohumil Hrabal
juniper, January 1, 2011
This slim novel comes from a bright mind. Nothing in it can be predicted. It is full of filth, shocks of beauty and enormous energy. It covers the entire range of human passions without judgment. It is mind-expanding and truly invents, in the most reserved and elite sense of that word. There is nothing comparable.