It circles around the moment of dissolution, lovingly, in replacement, perhaps, for the love that has gone, and obsessively, for the object that still holds desire but can no longer be possessed.
And to feel, through his touch, something that lifted me out from the baseness of my condition. Gluck revisits this question in Vita Nova, always in tandem with the experience of disintegration, and destruction. So I deny having spoken. To the version of myself—now, in retrospect, so much more beautiful, so much better—that I saw refracted through him, mirrored in his eyes.
The tulips, with their velvet petals and luscious texture, speak of sex. In the story, his desire for her—told through his flickering eyes—leads to her destruction. In Vita Nova, fire is alternately cleansing and destructive.
You saved me, you should remember me. The entire world turned sensual. Crucial a track laid down before the larger themes and then unused, buried. It carries, with it, that flatness of affect and compression of both voice and gesture, that goes with the persona of one recently traumatized.
The tulips were incomparable.
Each new layer of pain transforms me. I remember sounds like that from my childhood, laughter for no cause, simply because the world is beautiful, something like that.
Columbia University Press,1. When did the first fissures occur, and then the second—and why was I blind to them? What we dream, in those moments: He must leave her behind, in the depths of Hell. It represents the beginning and the end of all life. Because we know the story, we know that things cannot end well.
This is not the text to use, when one needs a terse epigram. In those moments, I was more than human. Through it all, fire. For myself, you understand. I suppose this wish was granted, where we are now being both fire and eternity. I thought I had suffered enough. Just as you are blind, now, to my need, my sorrow.
Laughter, because the air is full of apple blossoms.
Reprinted with the permission of HarperCollins Publishers. I ache, in the midst of all this beauty, for a world so bright, so clean, that it could abide any darkness, or melancholy. There is no system of signification, Barthes argues, adequate to love.
What happened between us transforms from truth—from that sharp, undeniable reality that characterized the moment of our love—to fiction, narrative, it explodes into multiple narratives, an uncontrollable postmodern monster.
Touch is what brings me to that self that dissolved, it seemed, so easily into another. In the night, the longing floats, free, beside the other things that we dared not speak to each other, the promises and the apologies, and then those other things that will remain yet unnamed.
An unleashing that, in the absolute, can go as far as crime against the loved one. Touch, Gluck reminds us, in the story of Orpheus and Eurydice, becomes conflated with the gaze.In the poem, "Vita Nova", Louise Glück uses the seasons and the nostalgia of childhood to show the quick passage of life's memories and the importance of allowing change.
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Vita Nova is a book of poems about loss, and the birth of new beginnings that springs from loss. Using the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice, Gluck crafts poems that are relevant and ring true for the reader in an elegant metaphor/5.
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Since,Louise Glück has been exploring a form that is, according to poet Robert Hass, her invention. Vita Nova -- like its immediate predecessors/5(6). May 07, · Louise Gluck. Vita Nova. New York: The Ecco Press, Years ago, during another dark spring, I picked up Louise Gluck's Vita Nova, a cycle of love poems directed at the absent lover, a cycle of poems written in memorium, full of pain and dread .Download