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Asleep in the Lightning Fields

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Asleep in the Lightning Fields records observations of memory made as it works inefficiently to hold onto the present firmly and seeks to make concrete those momentary flashes of sense in an otherwise empty expanse. These moments are transitory and peripheral, and the language used to describe them rests heavily on the luck of irony and the bite of ambiguity. The final poem sleeps only fitfully with the awareness that even the most definitive elements of the self are as easily lost to memory as one’s own name."You hook the hoof with a looptied to the hitch of the tractorand drag him from the pastureto the barn.Even though you know he is deadand it doesn't really matter anymoreyou think about the skin scraped offfrom the dark underside and wonderwhere it goes."-"Hauling the Dead Horse", from  Asleep in the Lightning Fields

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Asleep in the Lightning Fields, Jorn Ake

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Titul
Asleep in the Lightning Fields
Jazyk
anglicky
Autori
Jorn Ake
Rok vydania
2002
Väzba
mäkká
ISBN10
1881515443
ISBN13
9781881515449
Série
Štítky
Beletria, Poézia
Hodnotenie
3,85 z 5
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Asleep in the Lightning Fields records observations of memory made as it works inefficiently to hold onto the present firmly and seeks to make concrete those momentary flashes of sense in an otherwise empty expanse. These moments are transitory and peripheral, and the language used to describe them rests heavily on the luck of irony and the bite of ambiguity. The final poem sleeps only fitfully with the awareness that even the most definitive elements of the self are as easily lost to memory as one’s own name."You hook the hoof with a looptied to the hitch of the tractorand drag him from the pastureto the barn.Even though you know he is deadand it doesn't really matter anymoreyou think about the skin scraped offfrom the dark underside and wonderwhere it goes."-"Hauling the Dead Horse", from  Asleep in the Lightning Fields