❰Reading❯ ➶ Quelque chose noir Author Jacques Roubaud – Thisbookse.co

Quelque chose noir chapter 1 Quelque chose noir, meaning Quelque chose noir, genre Quelque chose noir, book cover Quelque chose noir, flies Quelque chose noir, Quelque chose noir 6b2caa911ebe5 In Jacques Roubaud S Wife Alix Cleo Died At The Age Of Of A Pulmonary Embolism The Grief Stricken Author Responded With One Brief Poem Nothing , Then Fell Silent For Thirty Months In Subsequent Years, Roubaud Poet, Novelist, Mathematician Composed A Series Of Prose Poems, A Collection That Is A Profound Mediation On The Experience Of Death, The Devastation It Brings To The Lover Who Goes On Living, And The Love That Remains Despite The Universality Of This Experience, No Other Writer Has So Devoted Himself To Exploring And Recording The Many Edged Forms Of Grief, Mourning, Bewilderment, Emptiness, And Loneliness That Attend Death No Other Writer Has Provided A Kind Of Solace While Facing With Honesty And Hardness The Intricate Ways In Which The Living Are Affected By Such A Loss Some Thing Black Is An Ongoing Monologue From Roubaud To His Wife, As Death Assaults The Mind S Failure To Comprehend Absence Roubaud Both Refuses To And Cannot Surrender His Wife To The Past I Always Wake Up In Your Voice, Your Hand, Your Smell The Death, Having Occurred In An Instant Of Time, Goes On In Him But Inside Me Your Death Proceeds Slowly, Incomprehensibly While Acknowledging Death Calls For A Poetry Of Meditation, Roubaud Is Enraged At The Limitations Of Language And Words To Affect The Biological Reality Rather, All That Language Can Do Is Clarify The Exactness Of His Grief And To Recall Precisely The Image Of Her Life And Death But Such Recollection The Sight Of Her Dead Body, Her Photographs, Her Things, The Rooms They Lived In Becomes A Memory Infinitely Torturous And His Most Anguished Recollection Is Of Their Making Love These Memories Are The Darkest Of All , And A Sense Of Guilt For Somehow Not Having Prevented Her Death I Did Not Save You From That Difficult Night This Is A Brave And Honest Book That Does Not Disguise That Pain Of Loss Its Nobility, Grace, And Humanity Rest In Its Refusal To Falsify Death S Harsh Presence This Dirty Rotten Life To Be Mixed Up With Death And In Its Acceptance Of The Mind S Limitations I Do Not Understand This Moving, Compassionate, Uncompromising Book Is One Of The Most Significant Works Of Our Time Included In This Edition Is A Portfolio Of Photographs Made By Roubaud S Wife In Entitled If Some Thing Black


10 thoughts on “Quelque chose noir

  1. says:

    Searing and yet placid There s an ill adjusted peace on display, a rounded resignation I found myself aware that I didn t read Cancer Ward until last month because for 15 years people I cared about were dealing with the illness and I had to maintain a distance That is not an act of severing but instead a downcast pivot Roubaud s poetry made me wary initially I didn t wish to be the victim of backshadowing Such precaution was unnecessary These verses are artful and human Cornel West is correct we can t lose ourselves in abstractions of death we must confront corpses, out denigrating corporeality I felt Roubaud s pain but couldn t imagine it I do wish he would abandon instant coffee.


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    It is very difficult to write about this volume of poetry If you have ever lost someone you love than you know that it is best to keep those emotions at a certain distance when it is possible, if it is possible Roubaud did not pick up a pen for thirty months after the death of his wife Alix, and the result are these meditations on loss, grief, and the limited consolation literature can provide These are not easy reads, but they are overwhelmingly beautiful and profound Again, this book hurts to read, but some essential things are rooted in painful experiences And even in the dark heart of the Black Thing finding a way to live on after the death of your love , light finds space to break through A Day in June after an epithalamium by Georges PerecThe sky is blue or soon will beThe sun winks miles above the le de la Cit And the whole world listens to Heinrich Biber s Sonatas of the RosaryInk and image in solidarity, alliesLike oblivion and recordAt the beginning of the nineteenheavenliesAnd the jet black of early youth and adulthood s blue turquoiseAnd the yellow abalone of nothingness which may not be mentioned or thought and Resurrection s white shellWere all wound around the gentle noise of this day


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    This ten part poetry cycle was written by Oulipo legend Mr Roubaud in memory of his young wife Alix Cl o, a Canadian photographer who died of an embolism aged 31 Her own book Alix s Journal, also available from Dalkey, is a collection of moody BW photos and compliments this volume, creating a chilling portrait of death and its permanent imprints The poems here use various complex constraints and stark free verse to express the impact of loss, nagging absence, and the begrudging afterness Several photographs from the Journal round off the volume, creating what is perhaps the most moving Oulipo production in English, and a beautiful memorial to an unrealised talent.


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    It might come into my head to compare you to a dark body at an enormous distance, nearly infinite, emitting a dark light which keeps coming at me Entering my sleep as X rays do the flesh, my waking riddled like a cloudbed with intense, swift radiation It might, but I won t give in to it. Jacques Roubaud, from M ditation de la comparaison Meditation on Comparison , trans by Rosmarie WaldropI read this book as part of my ongoing project of reading books of poetry written by poets who happen to also be mathematicians See, additionally, my notes on Antipoems by Nicanor Parra The copy I found is translated into English by poet Rosmarie Waldrop At some point, I must also get my hands on a version in the original French so that I can compare Quelque chose noir Some Thing Black is just one of several books Roubaud was inspired to write by the sudden death of his wife, photographer Alix Cleo Roubaud, from a pulmonary embolism at age 31 While other books Roubaud wrote exploring this theme Le grand incendie de Londres, La boucle, Mathematique are in prose, Quelque chose noir is prose poetry This means Roubaud plays with spacing, capitalization he often drops the first capital letter in a sentence , typography, repetition, and neologisms e.g., Waldrop s translation of Un jour de juin d apr s un pithalame de Georges Perec A Day in June includes the felicitous coinage At the beginning of the nineteenheavenlies, and I m now dying to know how this phrase reads in the original French.As befits a mathematician, both Roubaud s thought and the language with which he expresses it are precise, and also grounded in the building blocks of science vectors and cells, pulse and periodicity, identity and isomorphism Roubaud s language also embodies a deep understanding of his late wife s field, photography indeed, it s the black and white of her exposed film that gives the book s title one of its many layered meanings.Rather like being a science fiction author, a big part of being a mathematician consists of proposing and conducting thought experiments What if there were a ring of numbers like the integers 3, 2, 1, 0, 1, 2, 3 which had to obey all the rules that rings must obey, except that, in addition to all the integers, it also included the square root of 5 What would this ring be like Would long division be possible in it Could each of the elements in the ring be factored into prime numbers in a unique way Et cetera Or, broadly speaking What if there existed a world just like the one we live in, except that this one little thing were different And if this world had to remain internally consistent What would this alternate world be like As a way to grapple with his grief and bereavement, Roubaud runs several such thought experiments in these prose poems, as in Une logique A Logic which, as translated by Waldrop, runs as follows The world of one who would be two not solipsism, bi ipsism In this world, if it could have been thought, another s thoughts would always have been thoughts of the other of the two Thoughts of the outside, in this world of ours, would have been of things appearing to our alternating consciousness, and only those perceptions of yours and mine which reached utopian fusion would really have existed on our twosome island Fridge, stove, fading light, shouts, noises, children, not hostile, clamor, between us, thought, the kitchen table.Here, the mathematics of 1 s and 2 s is used to conjure up the intimacy of married life and to make stark the widower s isolation Roman photo Photo Novel puts forth another such thought experiment, this one based around the axiom The novel consists of adventures told in the time they are happening, and traces the consequences of this axiom to their movingly bleak logical conclusion There is someone, a man He has no name There is his young wife Who is dead The novel takes place in several possible worlds In some, the woman is not dead When there is only one world left, where she is dead, the novel is finished.The book consists of 9 sections each consisting of 9 prose poems, each prose poem under 2 pages in length many are exactly 9 lines long , followed by a single lineated poem at the end The first three sections are perhaps the most lucidly written, the most accessible, with subsequent sections being dense and elliptical and difficult to sieve meaning from, though even there there are moments that stand out in their clarity, such as the poet s wrenchingly naked admissions of his persistent sexual desire for his dead wife Yet I desire In full daylight I plunge into these conflagrations from the poem Pornography But perhaps such cool, analytic judgments are not the right way to interact with this book, which does not seem to be trying to be literary, does not seem to be trying to be anything than a naked unedited recording of one man s coping with death.


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    This was fucking horrifying I agree with some others here, it s not all great poetry.Alix, perhaps for being female, was in tune with life There s some of that of her here.The sensorial stuff especially is like a cold knife inserted between the ribs You know how they say that to grieve, focus on the physical sensation of the feeling.


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    I am not exactly enad with Roubaud s poetry, but I am certainly taken by his wife, her life and work, her journal and pictures, realizing that it must have been hard to lose a woman like that and to deal with the loss on a daily basis I am attempting to read his poems as a journal instead of fine poetry, which in my opinion, the poetry is not I do love the photographs at the back of the book, and only wish she could have lived longer in order to produce work and perhaps find the happiness that eluded her.I quit reading this mediocrity about half way and just skimmed the rest The book did not ring authentic for me, though I do feel bad for all those involved in the life of Alix who lost her finally in the end so totally But that doesn t make this a book worth finishing, it actually makes it worse.


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    Jacques Roubaud Po te vivant Veuf d Alix Cleo Roubaud , la femme, la photographe, l amie, l amante, l artiste.Quelque chose noir ou le po me du deuil, jamais compris, jamais saisi, ressass , r v , invent , aval , d gurgit un long po me d amour et de chair, de vie, surtout de vie Beaut du chant non pas celui du cygne mais de celui qui reste, confront l absurdit du monde vid de l tre aim absurdit et r alit de la mort Absurdit et r alit de la langue qui dit le vide, le rien, le ce qui reste de l amour.


  8. says:

    This is a book that contains 100% pure, unadulterated grief Excellent book.


  9. says:

    Perfect perfect perfect Unique and movingRoubaud s poetic language and vision are unrepeatably original He really managed to create something that touches the soul in a way it never expirienced before I was astonished I feel changed.


  10. says:

    Loss in light, in the shadow on the wall, in the rays of the sun that lay on the window pain Loss in the silver emulsion that turns black, in its negative, in the picture on the wall, writing, language and silence Loss in photography and in poetry.