Access Instantly Makens Skönhet : En Fiktiv Essä I 29 Tangos Written And Illustrated By Anne Carson Disseminated As Publication Copy

mírame doblar ahora esta página para que pienses que eres tú" Extraordinario y hermoso, A pesar de que me cuesta ponerme en la posición de “esposa pasando por un divorcio con un esposo infiel”, las emociones que retrata Anne Carson en este ensayo narrativo en tangos, son universales y poderosas.
El amor, la desilusión, el dolor, la incertidumbre, el deseo, la fantasía, La versión de Lumen que leí, tenía el texto original en inglés y es muy bacán poder leerlo en ambos idiomas, aunque la traducción me parece muy acertada.
Los títulos de cada tango son pequeños poemas, Simplemente alucinante!
“Leal a nada
mi marido, Entonces por qué le amé desde la temprana adolescencia hasta entrada la madurez
y la sentencia de divorcio llegó por correo
La belleza, No tiene mucho secreto. No me da vergüenza decir que le amé por su belleza”
“Su seriedad la destroza,
Las personas que pueden estar serias juntas eso es algo profundo,
Tienen una botella de agua mineral en la mesa entre ellos
y dos vasos,
No les hace falta alcohol!
Cuándo ha desarrollado él
este nuevo gusto puritano”

Edit: ahora que leí ambas versiones simultáneamente Lumen y Bisturi, me parece que la de Bisturírealizada por Soledad Marambio es notablemente mejor.
Solo en una parte me pareció más acertada la de Lumen, No deja de impresionarme este libro, i fell asleep atpm and woke up atam and decided it was time to read this book in full since i have a husband now huge reveal Wow


Some tangos pretend to be about women but look at this
Who is it you see
reflected small
in each of her tears

Watch me fold this page now so you think is you.




Wow I have never felt any particular enjoyment in Lana Del Reys music, but that, strangely, is what this book reminded me of no, not really, thats all just the work of a freely associating mind, just another product of a time thats raining cats and culture.
And especially when it comes to Anne Carson, cultural artefacts such as this book are much less classifiable, much more genredefying, than ever which is all to say: it shouldnt be surprising that I finished reading this, and then immediately read it again.


The Beauty of The Husband is a selfproclaimed Fictional Essay inTangos, presenting a deliciously bold take on Keats idea of beauty as truth and truth as beauty through the story of a deceitful, difficult marriage.
With a fullbodied and brutal lucidity, Carson writes here of the dilemma of love and desire brewed together with analogies from classical mythology, linguistics, poetry and, ofcourse, the epigrammatic appearances of Keatsean thought.


There is immense beauty in these tangos that flow into and shape each other in the white and red roses of Tango VI and the soft winegrapes of Tango IX, amongst the vividness of many others.
There is, too, beauty in the way characters have been fleshed out in verse of the mother, for instance, and Ray, a diner cook by night and painter by day.
Beauty is not merely the trap this book lays for the reader, it is also the entrapment laid out within it, Indeed, it is his beauty that tethers the wifenarrator to the husband, a beauty both physical as well as creative, poetic beauty, rather than choice:

Why did nature give me over to this creaturedon't call it my choice,
I was ventured :
by some pure gravity of existence itself,
conspiracy of being!

I was not to blame, I was unshielded
in the face of existence
and existence depends on beauty.

In the end,
Existence will not stop
until it gets to beauty and then there follow all the consequences
that lead to the end,
Useless to interpose analysis
or make contrafactual suggestions,

Is the explanation and exploration of love here enough Certainly not, but it is an essay, layered and beautiful, and masterfully written with the same blind force of battle as Epipolai, where people on the same side hurt each other.
And in that it is true and unsympathetic, it is certainly better than Lana Del Rey unless I've taken interpretation too far,./

Good thing I don't have Keats on hand, else there I go,

A lie, for I have a form of it in nightingale, third from the top of a

section labeled 'Poetry' in some chimera thing brewed for the last six years if the transcribed origin date does not lie.
Six hundred pages passed just this week, the cut and paste accumulating in smallish fur, micro soft for the consumer, so pardon my crankiness whenever the adulation for paper and pen and etc grow a bit much.
I chomped the bit in typing school on the digital plane, pitter pattered in trepidation of tendonitis across the backs of books wedged to the height of the keyboard, and when the time came to write my thought has never been on good terms with my penmanship, so why shouldn't I make use of the time I was born in If not for that, I would never have my Keats, and what a pity that would be.


Carson frightens me, She's a single focus to an extraordinary extent, run run run after a solitary author till she can write a work even I can recognize as totally immersed, something I have spent year and page in six and six hundred outrunning in an effort to find my 'self'.
Whereas Carson is those respectives reversed, reminding me too much of that dread of being on the cusp of graduating to engineer to a single celled slice of idea pitted and potted to pieces with all the money in the world riding on a single bloodying calculation and not a blessing of literature and/or diversity to be found.
I'd sacrifice the span of my attention in a heartbeat to forgo being stuck, and that's a line on which I've stood both sides,

How does she compose, I wonder I do so in fluid stutters never looking back, so the fact she feels the same is suspect, Then I think on the more obvious references and the even more damning bibliography and I wonder just how much of an academic is she I'm a fair hand at the journal article myself, judging by the published results, but my current train of composition is different, no matter how long I must go.
Try as I might, I can't imagine careful checking beyond the interspersed quote instinct, now without a full throated cringe, although I do so admire the sheer density of allusion woven with play.
For, despite all the Greek and French and English, she is playing a trickster tonguing our supposed truth, beauteous as the shine and twice as likely to slit our throats for that's the only way to talk of love.

She looks up from her work, deep/ in the pleasure of it as he can see, something about her/ blinds him,

Excuse this digressive brevity as inadvertent incentive to try your own hand, Talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before, unafraid to reference or not reference, put it in a blender, shit on it, vomit on it, eat it, give birth to it gracias anne carson por dejarme pa la cagá.
Makens skönhet en fiktiv essä itangos är en poetisk berättelse om ett äktenskap, Utifrån den romantiske poeten John Keats tanke att ”det sköna är det sanna” tecknar Anne Carson en kärlekshistoria som börjar tidigt, på en latinlektion i skolan, och som verkar fortsätta livet ut, även efter den oundvikliga skilsmässan.
Den vackre maken, som ständigt ljuger och bedrar, hur rimmar han med Keats idé Och kärleken till honom, kan den förlåta allt What is it that binds one person to another
Why does beauty have such sway

How is it that one is bound to someone who is
destructive, or
faithless, or
fickle, or
deceitful, or
who constantly disappears, or
who can never love you the way you want or need Or
all of the above, and
yet the bond persists:

Why
How is it that you can not escape
What cruel trick of fate or nature can give you over to such a creature

"Don't call it my choice,
I was ventured:
by some pure gravity of existence itself,
conspiracy of being!"

"and I do not apologize because as I say I was not to blame, I was unshielded in the face of existence
and existence depends on beauty.

In the end,
Existence will not stop
until it gets to beauty and then there follow all the consequences that lead to the end,
Useless to interpose analysis
or make contrafactual suggestions, "

Is this convincing Not as such, but the book is convincing, but also, like the beautiful husband, seductive and intoxicating, The protagonist, she loved him so, Despite everything, and we understand why she can't move on, Sure, the husband, he's an asshole, Deceitful, destructive, disappearing, faithless, fickle, and unable to love her as she needed, But his appeal wasn't his physical beauty, but in the way he created worlds, wove words into stories or lies, and how those worlds and words spun dependence and love, and how with those worlds and words he pushed her boundaries, but all in a way that was tied to her that tied her that ties us: we and she, enthralled, entwined, enraptured.


What is it that binds one person to another
Why does beauty have such sway
How do people get power over one another

This book is a stab an attempt to understand how love works its spell.
The book stabs at the phenomenon of obsession and love from different directions using different rhythms, styles, meters, techniques, It's a painful book that draws blood from old wounds, Your old wounds. And yet, when the wounds recur, does that help illuminate the invisible ties Does the new blood glow Or do we just remain wounded simply reliving the pain of broken love And those old wounds, they just throb.
And hurt. But at least in this book they hurt beautifully, A whole world of pain, but a whole world that is created in lies and love that tie us, we and she: enthrall, entwine, enrapture,

In the end, Carson gives no real answers, and maybe it's useless to interpose analysis or make contrafactual suggestions, In the end love binds beauty has sway and there is no escape, just wounds after bloodletting, “Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness, ” Just divine. Transformative. Will reread ad infinitum. The New York Times magazine recently ran a profile of Anne Carson, Despite having read much of her work over the last decade, I hadn't read much about her as a person, and the piece made me start grabbing her books off the shelves again.
I had forgotten just how intense an experience this is, The Beauty of the Husband in particular makes me grope for words other than, You have to read it, It's painful and stark, the story of a woman's obsession with a man she should never have married but would love again if he came close, We readers talk sometimes about an author who manages to capture a whole character in a few words, Carson does it in a few syllables, and those few syllables bloom out in your mind as you read them: you see the whole world of that marriage, its delights and all its tortures.
Is it autobiography Despite hating this question, I ask it myselfbecause this piece draws so much blood, and it still flows, How can it not be true Stupid question, "A true lie," she says, "It is no longer the event," she says, And I understand all over again, until I don'tbecause the doomed couple in this book stand out in such stark, living light in my mind, To me, it's not only real, it's happening now, .