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Québécois Les Litanies de Satan by Charles Baudelaire. GERMAN BAROQUE POETRY

German Baroque Poetry

by Hector A. Piccoli



In the Serpent's Don Luis de Góngora, José Lezama Lima writes: "Perhaps no nation has taken the approach of his poetry as concentrated as at that time spoke English in the metaphorical Góngora needs and cry ... "In a general sense, however, may not be over-allocated that predicate" Etruscan times, "if not" our " poetry, our culture, the entire poetic production of baroque understood, the historical baroque. All too often, and, most often, too easily, is spoken today of "Baroque" Baroque of this or that author contemporary, neo-baroque (s). These judgments are generally based on external traits of similarity, is the procedure of accumulation is a specific lexical processing (use of archaic words or terms more or less away from colloquial speech), is the mere appearance of certain tropes, to attribute to a text baroque quality. Almost always contented with the simple proliferation, forget the second time, the moment in the poetry of the baroque architecture: that of the subject, the strict constraint of the variety deployed to a unit, in order that no element can be detached or constellation, a systematic economy, in short, which, marked by the overdetermination and the obliquity, founded precisely because of that antithesis between plural and singular, including the deployment of multiple and referral to all, his gesture of infinite and represents the most perfect way the idea of \u200b\u200btext. Despite the extreme torque, even the syntax superestructuración (Latin / English, in the case of Góngora), never exceeds the limits of historical baroque grammaticality. Multiple readings, yes, but on the edge hyperbaton, provided a possible articulation. Semantics glittering surfaces, a slip of tectonic plates, where the radical appropriation contained imagine: the metaphor embodies the object, but the filament does not deprive the metaphorical meaning of his vocation of order, is both subsumption hierarchy, cosmonomía systematic. Tedious reading, listening to the poem's structuring mechanisms can be shown, for example, what profound differences separate the words' Baroque "Lezama of a Gongora, or outside the scope of our language, to what extent can close in Baroque really talk about a Hugo von Hofmannsthal.

During the reign of the "poetry in extremis': Was it really our most polished facet of the stone? If all the Romance languages \u200b\u200bEnglish culminated in the "maturity heliotropic test": already lost them and beyond them the east pearl, pale? The truth is that reading of the German Baroque opera, it is difficult to evade the impression of a certain sobriety. But perhaps it is only a matter of degree: at the base of the Baroque a magnetization of the word, something that has to do mainly with sensuality: how can Góngora would have been intolerable to Borges? "We really can surprise his view on the 'obscenity Góngora"? The assumption baroque sense involves a kind of insolence essential, though not consciously perceived, determines the rejection, the adverse reaction of the reader not biased, that the lives and aggression.

differently Cimbria With élan, tends no more unstable bridge, the German Baroque, bow high tide over the water on the run, yielding only neat. In the series of texts published on this site, we recognize immediately that tension between Weltsucht Weltflucht and between the flight from the world and passion for the world, that will as abandoned as ecstasy and away from the earthly, which is the constitutive opposition Baroque world view. The names, some of the most significant in this period that German art history traditionally located between 1600 and 1730/50: Paul Fleming, a farmer from the poetry of Opitz, whom he met in Leipzig through a circle young Silesian, one of the greatest poets "Personal" this time he does not know yet the idea of \u200b\u200bcreation as a free production of I isolated, collected poems appeared, the "Teutsche poematic" only posthumously: 1641/42. He surprises us here with a sonnet that hardly find a parallel in universal history of the epitaph autograph. Notice how perfect, serene harmony tumular registration closes its own form, sonnet, and how deeply human gesture sealed both the baroque man, between the here and the hereafter, the fullness of the encounter with him: "An mir minder ist nichts, das lebet, als mein Leben. "Gryphius Andreas, more lyrical playwright of the period, made contact at Leyden with the unique tradition and popular Dutch Baroque theater. In his work is, as nowhere else, the imprint of that experience factor for the Weltanschauung of the period, which was the war of 30 years. Of the sonnets, however, with those who are here represented, we offer the first, and more precisely his quartets, the vitality of a landscape that seems to speak to the pair from a later period of German literature: the dual opposition light / shadow and light / glare of day, come the triplets to restore to the "depth" of the "mundus symbolicus." And it is the articulation of that "mundus significativus" as they used to say then, that shows like no other, the second sonnet, A stars: they recognize its allegorical character, hint, indicate only the order of Health, in this order, I inserted. Devout contemplation of the stars on earth; series of prayers and pictures, referring exclusively to the object. In the first quatrain are images that celebrate the beauty: there is part of the order of nature. In the second quatrain and first triplet, however, it is the divine order (images revealing the essence: custody, guarantors, heralds). At the end lies the hope of personal salvation. This was observed rightly E. Trunz in his article "Barock Lyrik - Drei Sonett Gryphius des Andreas" and adds: "the three Christian virtues, faith, love and hope to participate in the poem." The divergence between vanitas and dintorna carpe diem is clearly a Christian Hofmann von Hofmannswaldau, prominent in the second school of Silesia. In his description of the perfect beauty synecdoches constructed with the typical movement of descent and ascent, the topology of a body. In these poems is what makes Eros exceptionally in the Baroque, from and to public areas (in the rhetorical sense) of poetry. Polyphony of the splendor and expiration: read these sonnets along with 228 of Góngora ("As for competing with your hair ...") and 145 of Sor Juana ("This you see, colorful deceit ..."). The greatest religious poet of this period is Silesius Angelus, who was called "the last of the German mystics." While studying law and medicine in Strassburg, Leyden and Padua, making the first contact with the ancient mystical thought, which was consolidated in the environment after Abraham von Frankenberg. Converted to Catholicism in 1653, received in 1661 ordained a priest. In this key figure in the Silesian counter reaches its peak the epigram genre of rich tradition at the time, whose most important and immediate antecedent is in Monodisticha Sexcenta Czepko Daniel von Reigersfeld, belonging, as the same Silesius, the circle of Frankenberg. On the way to the unio mystica performed seraph perfect love (Heilige Seelen-Lust / Oder Geistliche Hirten-Lieder), the cherubim the high knowledge (Cherubinischer Wandersmann-reiche Sinn oder Geist-und Schluss-Reimer zur Göttlichen beschauligkeit anleitende). The second of the works mentioned, by far the most important Silesius opens up a privileged space for the landmark-embedding another operation that is so characteristic of baroque and formal perfection leads to a literary genre, speaking of God and the antithesis paradox precisely where thinking fails.

The translation of poetry is a craft fiery. All artisans have a homeland: Heliopolis, where Phoenix has been reborn (and not necessarily that of their native language).

When I translate a poem, I ask first: what do I do?, Secondly, what I can do? At the moment I can not, this last question, especially in poems subject to a metrical pattern and built-in rhythm-instantly transforms in the following disjunction: I can not, or is it really can not? The institution, devotion, despair calculated to erect a dwelling on harshness and who should not ever be more than a guest in his house, that year of burning, in order, which is ultimately the impact of the text in another language, it reminds me of something the tactics of chess players .
Verses of the sonnets reproduced with the exception of the Mittag, who have a less-are verses of six clauses (Sechstakter): they are actually defined as a "Alexandrian" and not the total number syllables, which can be variable. The Alexandrian marks more often a pause or caesura after the third rhythmic accent (6th syllable).

is easy to see what is at stake here in the challenge of translation: keep meter and rhyme is to keep the time means fundamental cohesion of the poem. But "metro" does not mean of course only one measure, but rather a rhythmic structure, ie a certain accentual scheme supports: for that reason alone not all verse, say, 14 syllables is an Alexandrian, just not every phrase of 11 syllables is a "pentameter" (as paradoxical as it sounds in English nomenclature). According

naturally to the demands made by each type of poetic composition, yet each poem, I would say that the media should try to stay cohesive in translation, if only partially, because if they are partial Always achievements, part is also the measure of loss: even without rhyme, rhythm gives the correct composition and some architecture. But where are impossible perfect rhymes, consonants, why before finally giving up the first try does not rhyme with assonance, which multiplies the choice and contributes in no small scale, unity of the poem? In this sense it represents a limit almost impossible to circumvent, at least, it has been for these versions, the repetition of the rhymes in the quatrains, which corresponds to the canonical form of Baroque sonnet mentioned above. In the epigrams, the problem of translation is much more serious, precisely because of the peculiar way in which the concept is articulated in poetry, and because it is paired. The epigram composed of two rhymed Alexandrine, a strongly enhanced by the structure caesuras materializes, said E. Brock 'the mystical dialectic of thesis, antithesis and synthesis (God, man and his unit) with an accuracy with which few poetic forms correspond to the object. The various possibilities to place the permit caesuras also reflect on how appropriate multiple variations of this step triadic. "

The" dedication "and played Silesius epigrams ultimately belong to my version" Cherubic Pilgrim or spiritual Rhymes: gnomic and epigrammatic which lead to divine contemplation, "to my knowledge, the first complete, translated directly into English Wandersmann Cherubinischer, consisting of prologue and six books with a total of 1,675 epigrams, plus an appendix of ten sonnets the fifth book. For its implementation, the work, although unpublished, has almost ten years as a source took editing Georg Ellinger in Neudrücke of Braune, No. 136-138, Niemeyer, Halle, 18951, as the cloned H. Plard in its "Pèlerin Chérubinique", Paris, Aubier, 1940. The only version of Pilgrim circulating in the world English language, published by an editorial in Palma de Mallorca in 1985 without indication of sources, is evidently taken from the French version of the author. The transcript of the German text of the other poets from the name of Edgar Heder, Deutsche Dichtung des Barock, Carl Hanser Verlag, München, 1957.


Biggest Typical Whitetail In Alabama

.

TWO HEARTS
Where this bites

it is best to take refuge in the past.

Benkos Biojó



Oh, Vladimir Ilich! Removal of skin



in the world again


persists

─ twin Isis Chia

by caste and strife

(emphasis on the Nile).



And in light of Osiris

repair the roads.



The steppe wind
morning
Ulyanov ─ ─

iris changed the world.

And in the river sounds far

stupor.



For the same vibrating rings

lapidary
gonfalon
red.

And in the air trema



a song by those who behaved.



Your question

by Gonfaloniers,

burning,

heard.

.



Oh, architect!

Oh, hero!

Oh, egregious

and crests!



your voice thunders grateful ...!

with the people your voice is a gift. Firmly

attended,

voice forever. Inquire

by which the front

got change. Ah

question the entire contents!

are your soldiers. Their hearts



workers are faithful to the end. Lifetime enshrined



to keep your memory and your glory



of superb champion:

His passion is history and honor

a gun.

also

Take me as your champion. The big twang

feeds my song.

Let me indulge in the past.

Let the proud cry I remember.

otherwise no hint of fear in our lie



and sweat of the proletariat left



broad forehead.



Nothing is accomplished.

The optimism of a new tomorrow

has returned to show off her white teeth.

His smile gives the world a window.



Father of all

soviets in the world! Furious



destroyer of junk!


Maker of the world
obsessive again! Oh

irreducible

chief of the great state worker!


Pavel and Pavel Vlasov
Korchagüin

are here with me!



fateful After your death, your burial



lavish and long confinement in the tomb



─ huge memory that kept

and perpetuated the name ─, sleepless

for years,

nearby in your side ─ ─



watched your body embalmed king.



writing is alive.

shines, shines in the fourth



your portrait.

And the statue with a gesture perennial

still intact.

Tall, majestic, colossal.

Oh, Lenin, your gesture overwhelms us unparalleled!



And we wonder the rate based

without the illustrious body.





Ah splendid hope of the mass that never rests! Provided

of the hands alone and armed
columbine


wings in your hometown

raised the heroic statue stands;

with the help of those two.


Remember how they worked and Vlasov
Korchagüin!



are your soldiers. Their hearts workers



nest one thought: From the leader cimero



serving ideology.

did not intimidate anything, not even the grand fiasco

the second trial. In his diary





rampant erect the words clearer.

As revolutionary mood



happy and illustrious side.



have got here


as migratory birds that cleave the waves


to live.

Oh, sad little birds!

bloodless

you sail to the support of the feathers.

In Russia there is no blood
working in the Duma


and wrapped in the mist

bards are silent. After hatching

huge

up with the times,

blindly, without a north

you fly alone now. And I'm


heat in the heat


flight seek plodding. And I'm



livelihoods that will end the tiresome



burning of long days without food.



Without a country and without honor.

Ah, the treacherous days

Ulyanov defeated.

were days of waking ...

(The hometown faithful



forever keep

in stone effigy gesture

perenne).



were days of waking

and much walking. Against

dishonor days

─ ─ sadness, red seeded



carnations. And

vermillion
summer


gladioli



soft texture. Symbols

silent,



vegetable stickers (red anti pogrom)

remember to October.

month of roses and greens

arch!

Although fearful masses



light the fire of Urals.



always silent plant and replant.

And day and night at home, in the calm



threads nails removed.



And, ye fools,

of loose look.

The earth is moving!

dais at the back sun! Miran

your eyes, crooked

, uncut,

Does aside?



crass ignorance to anyone moving.

To the fool,

the burning embers.

"Hell,

the underworld ..."

Incredulous, vain,

remember this, profane.



Meanwhile, grind

rattlesnakes by others. They sound

for you,

little treasures. Gladiolus

seamless, carnations

Shame: the world

udder udder

─ spiritual
widths
dial.

Sóis

sublime symbols of change in the warp

(Prepare the wicker).

I say, I foresee,
Betting
hard, nervous and sensitive



which comes announces.



Pagano judicial robes,

if it moves the world!

A

full width and deep!



A rum

air (air in the play)

lights, big head. Packed
lasa


and fast trace

sosera is your Cumbo.



wandering aimlessly and no goals

the trick. Calla



big mouth and let my cry

contention.

Damned scoundrels who betrayed



the proletariat!



and becomes free tonight

joy.

When are the elected

rómpanse the skins.



poured out the wine with Ardentía vital! Free

and the pus,

!

again proletarians unite!

Workers,

again gather yourselves!
Together




remember our old trills. United
sing


gone by the wind.

become numb.



Although mild premonitory

.

Although tenuous,

promising. Sheltered

swift

the nest!




In locations and sediment


where the statues were toppled,

can no longer, no longer stinks





the heartbreak ... a flower She rocks.



Ah, statues crushed!

Oh, the places evicted! Ah

the great grief! That



volcanic roar and those fearsome waves

put to flight the wind!



With your help, on faithful



homeland ─ ─

Ulyanov dear bronze endures.


If the tree endures in the path will
guide.

Praise to the fallen,

ever, ever!



Remain A few moments with me:

While

kiss your hands and close in mine.

Squeezing my hand affectionately.

Hands Together



hot seed.



The seed is harvested

and the word is.



whole days, whole nights



and one

revolutionary dialogue.



. What kinder:

either Pavel.

As

shuttle

ideas flowed!



Lenin is the way you

and their children. Your illustrious teaching


millions
─ ─

only hope will be planted:

Here, there and everywhere.

And I who do it,

until

muscle endurance. Miles



be after

which the poem read.



Heroes: the voices repeated!

"Import not



those years do not matter fifty years or more.

was one seat, one

the fallen. "



And against

force of the poem:

underworld grumble all the devils!

monopoly, I dare you! Colonialist

tremble for the new slogan!



replanting, watering


seed




... Live the second trial:

outperformed the world one day.

Goodbye, goodbye friends.

Goodbye, goodbye friends.

already

up the ship that started our love.

One, two, after tinkering

and finally a laurel.



Goodbye, goodbye friends.

Farewell, comrades, companions.

is the time to raise again the flight.

Russia again! Great destination with Mary Yakolevna



and the heroic, the unparalleled Pelageia.

Two hearts, like yours

wonder and great. Two mothers caring

: pending.



They will

balm in old wounds,



recompose them the broken dreams,


surcirán
them and tattered clothes, they restored



forces and commitment, they


judged plausible
desired, they courted



than desirable allies

ellas limpiarán

de rastrojos el camino,

ellas ayudarán

a descubrir traidores,

ellas mostrarán

donde sanar lo fallido,

ellas encontrarán

un rato con lo bello,

ellas sonreirán

al paso de las flores,

ellas guiarán

a los hijos en su ensueño,

ellas satisfarán

el hambre a los amigos,

ellas regarán

los nacientes rosales,

ellas darán

voces de ánimo a los niños,

ellas dispondrán

los delayed engagement, kiss them



the front of the neo born



them guess what is missing from the book, they advise



the new time of the attack,



they will be attentive to the rescue.



will heat them to the wounded, they return



to die for the class,



love them forever to socialism.



Goodbye, goodbye friends.

A shot is the dawning of the morning.

(And why not say it again!

The morning.)

Farewell companions, comrades. Orlando



Goblet


Monday, September 13, 2010

Lds Scripture Tote Leather

two hearts ... when this bites ... WORKSHOP JOURNAL

Moon and Sun Workshop Journal 32, Eros in the Costa, 44 pages full of eroticism and flavor. Poets and guest poets: Jorge Marel, Miguel Iriarte, Guillermo Ennui, Cesar Molina, Carmen Tigra, Raquel Martínez, Elizabeth Quezada, Dennis Talavera Rosario Alonso, Lidia Corcione, Juan Carlos Cespedes, Luz Dina Pardo Olaya, Astrid Sofia Pedraza, Ana Julia Cepeda Cepeda, Isidro de la Vega, Patrick Pacheco, Ubaldina Diaz, Tito Sarmiento Mejia, Mayra Alejandra, Dalit Escorcia, Juan Carlos Steffens, Oscar Barrios, Alexander Mejia, Barb Fulton, Carmen Garcia, Yajaira Pinilla, Rosa Herrera, Celso Navarro Montoya and Julie Wolf. Full list. with 4 international guests


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LUNA & SUN NUMBER 32.EROTISMO.

On the Edge of 7 pm, that ball of fire appeared with a long tail, suddenly illuminating the night sky, and the population prey to panic or terror, began to shout, mourn, to kneel, and desperate run to the beach ... the light was so strong that not reflected, none shadow! apparently on this occasion the world was gonna end in physical candle! then an endless stream of desperate victims fell into the sea ...