segunda-feira, 29 de junho de 2020

"And domestic architecture"

"It might even be said that Yeats managed to establish his household inside a gyre, for (as he shows in 'Blood and the Moon') the tower where he lived, Thoor Ballylee, had a winding staircase easy to see as a reification of the spiral motion that governs all things. Yeats wished to facilitate the transit of images to him, by all means available from philosophy, poetry, and domestic architecture."

"I part company from Finneran in two ways. First, he is more respectful of Yeats's punctuation than I. He supposes (as did Curtis Bradford) that Yeats's punctuation was rhetorical rather than grammatical, an imaginative attempt to notate breath-pauses, stresses and so forth; and that the bizarre punctuation in some of Yeats's later poems is due to the influence of experimental modernists such as T. S. Elliot and Laura Riding. I suppose that Yeats was too ignorant of punctuation to make his deviations from standard practice significant. Although Yeats surely wished to make his canon a text worthy of reverence, he conceived poetry as an experience of the ear, not of the eye. He could not spell even simple English words; he went to his grave using such forms as intreage and proffesrship."

Senhores e senhoras: Daniel Albright, responsável pela edição crítica de Yeats que estou a ler, da Everyman's Library. Era só isto. Boa noite.

"It makes life impossible"

"How red those petals are! They are like stains of blood on the cloth. That does not matter. You must not find symbols in everything you see. It makes life impossible." diz Herodes na peça Salomé, de Oscar Wilde, e acho que isto explica uma ou duas coisas acerca da minha vida.