Revered by the likes of Octavio Paz and Roberto Bolano, Alejandra Pizarnik is still a hidden treasure in the U.S. Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962–1972 unearths this extraordinary poet for English readers in a bilingual edition that spans the heights of Pizarnik’s oeuvre.
In her brief life, Pizarnik produced an astonishingly powerful body of work. In her own words, she was drawn “to the suffering of Baudelaire, the suicide of Nerval, the premature silence of Rimbaud, the mysterious and fleeting presence of Lautréamont,” as well as to the “unparalleled intensity” of Artaud’s “physical and moral suffering.” Obsessed with themes of solitude, childhood, madness, and death, Pizarnik explores the shifting valences of the self and the vague border between speech and silence. This compilation of poems includes the full collections of her middle to late work, as well as a selection of posthumously published verse.
Alejandra Pizarnik (1936–1972) was born in Argentina and educated in Spanish and Yiddish. In addition to poetry, Pizarnik also wrote experimental works of theater and prose. She died of a deliberate drug overdose at the age of thirty-six.
Yvette Siegert is a writer and translator based in New York.
Of Things Unseen Before words can run out, something in the heart must die. The light of language covers me like music, like a picture ripped to shreds by the dogs of grief. And winter reaches for me like a woman who has fallen in love with a wall. Just whe...
評分Of Things Unseen Before words can run out, something in the heart must die. The light of language covers me like music, like a picture ripped to shreds by the dogs of grief. And winter reaches for me like a woman who has fallen in love with a wall. Just whe...
評分Of Things Unseen Before words can run out, something in the heart must die. The light of language covers me like music, like a picture ripped to shreds by the dogs of grief. And winter reaches for me like a woman who has fallen in love with a wall. Just whe...
評分Of Things Unseen Before words can run out, something in the heart must die. The light of language covers me like music, like a picture ripped to shreds by the dogs of grief. And winter reaches for me like a woman who has fallen in love with a wall. Just whe...
評分Of Things Unseen Before words can run out, something in the heart must die. The light of language covers me like music, like a picture ripped to shreds by the dogs of grief. And winter reaches for me like a woman who has fallen in love with a wall. Just whe...
我在讀機翻的.....哭瞭
评分半吊子西語還是得靠字典讀個大概。等中文譯版,英譯沒什麼味道。
评分都有原文瞭還不努力可不行。I am dead I am happy
评分“Ma pruedo en el lenguaje en que compruebo el peso de mis muertos.” 憂鬱而激烈,詩歌即是她的生命。
评分試著翻瞭幾首 不忍卒讀
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