Þ Read Ð Thank You, Fog by W.H. Auden à in uno degli shorts qui inclusi, Auden, amante della natura, dei poeti campestri come Frost, e degli animali, si sofferma sull insensibilit di questi ultimi alla musica many creatures make nice noises, but none, it seems, are moved by music ho pensato che una riflessione del genere e la sua risoluzione potesse accogliere una verit universale quando siamo di fronte ai veri poeti, cos.
incompiuto, e credo inferiore alle sue raccolte precedenti, Thank You, Fog , un libro di poesie dove i temi neuroscientifici che affascinavano molto Auden, con delle punte isteriche di neuropsicoanalisi, hanno una ricca risonanza troviamo qui e l osservazioni sagaci, illuminanti, poetiche rielaborazioni filosofiche come quella sulla musica e gli animali, o come quella sulla coscienza, in cui nulla accade due volte ricordando Eraclito che nessuno si bagna due volte nello stesso fiume, e l ultimo libro di Sacks che, come in un sillogismo chiude tutto Il fiume della coscienza non un caso che Auden sia stato ammirato da personalit poliedriche quali Joseph Needham non c per in Thank you Fog un poema all altezza di Spagna , 1 settembre 1939 , in memory of WB Yeats ect e mi dispiace 3 stelle imballiamo due stelle per la prossima volta Popular ePub, Thank You, Fog author W.
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Is now on our website and you can download it by register what are you waiting for? Please read and make a refission for you Il quotidiano e la memoria Shorts bagliori ironici, affettuosi, minimi di uno sguardo poetico che si fa quotidiano, familiare Se tra loro c vera fratellanza,gli uomini non cantano all unisono cantano in armonia.
L Uomo deve infatuarsidi Qualcuno o di Qualcosa,altrimenti si ammala.
Nulla c che si possa amare troppo si pu amare per qualunque cosain un modo sbagliato.
Il ricordo di un soggiorno natalizio a casa di amici nel Wiltshire si rinnova come memoria presente nell intima Grazie nebbia Abituato al clima newyorkese,conoscendo lo Smog fin troppo bene,mi ero dimenticatoDi Te, la Sua Sorella immacolata,di ci che porti ai nostri inverni inglesi conoscenze native si risvegliano.
Acerrima nemica della fretta,spauracchio di aerei e guidatori,certo Ti maledice ogni volatile,ma io sono felicissimo,perch Ti sei convinta a visitarele campagne incantevoli del Wiltshirel intera settimana di Natale,e nessuno pu correrenel mio cosmo, ridottoad una villa antica e a quattro Monadilegate da amicizia Io, Sonia, Jimmy e Tania.
Fuori un silenzio informe persino quegli uccelli spinti a staredal loro sangue caldoqui intorno tutto l anno,come il bottaccio e il merlo,da Te allettati frenanoil loro verso allegro,nessun gallo si azzarda a strepitare,e le cime degli alberi, visibiliappena, non stormiscono ma restanoimmobili e condensano efficientiin gocce esatte la Tua umidit.
Dentro, spazi accoglienti ben precisirendono confortevolela lettura e il ricordo, i cruciverba,le affinit , le risa ristorati da sapide cenettee allietati dal vino,sediamo lieti in cerchio,ignari di noi stessi ma solertinei confronti degli altri,cercando quanto pi di approfittarne,perch ben presto occorrer rientrare,finiti questi giorni di clemenza,nel mondo del denaro e del lavoro,dove si attenti ad ogni punto e virgola.
Nessun sole d estate potr maidissolvere le tenebre totalidiffuse dai Giornali,che vomitano in prosa trasandatafatti violenti e sordidiche non riusciamo, sciocchi, ad impedire la terra un brutto posto,eppure, per quest attimo speciale,cos tranquillo ma cos festoso,Ti rendo Grazie Grazie, Grazie, Grazie, Nebbia.
in uno degli shorts qui inclusi, Auden, amante della natura, dei poeti campestri come Frost, e degli animali, si sofferma sull insensibilit di questi ultimi alla musica many creatures make nice noises, but none, it seems, are moved by music ho pensato che una riflessione del genere e la sua risoluzione potesse accogliere una verit universale quando siamo di fronte ai veri poeti, cos.
incompiuto, e credo inferiore alle sue raccolte precedenti, Thank You, Fog , un libro di poesie dove i temi neuroscientifici che affascinavano molto Auden, con delle punte isteriche di neuropsicoanalisi, hanno una ricca risonanza troviamo qui e l osservazioni sagaci, illuminanti, poetiche rielaborazioni filosofiche come quella sulla musica e gli animali, o come quella sulla coscienza, in cui nulla accade due volte ricordando Eraclito che nessuno si bagna due volte nello stesso fiume, e l ultimo libro di Sacks che, come in un sillogismo chiude tutto Il fiume della coscienza non un caso che Auden sia stato ammirato da personalit poliedriche quali Joseph Needham non c per in Thank you Fog un poema all altezza di Spagna , 1 settembre 1939 , in memory of WB Yeats ect e mi dispiace 3 stelle imballiamo due stelle per la prossima volta Grown used to New York weather,all too familiar with Smog,You, Her unsullied Sister,I d quite forgotten and whatYou bring to British winters now native knowledge returns.
Sworn foe to festination,daunter of drivers and planes,volants, of course, will curse You,but how delighted I amthat You ve been lured to visitWiltshire s witching countrysidefor a whole week at Christmas,that no one can scurry wheremy cosmos is contractedto an ancient manor houseand four Selves, joined in friendship,Jimmy, Tania, Sonia, Me.
Outdoors a shapeless silence,for even those birds whose bloodis brisk enough to bid themabide here all the year round,like the merle and the mavis,at Your cajoling refraintheir jocund interjections,no cock considers a scream,vaguely visible, tree topsrustle not but stay there, soefficiently condensingYour damp to definite drops.
Indoors specific spaces,cosy, accommodate toreminiscence and reading,crosswords, affinities, fun refected by a sapidsupper and regaled by wine,we sit in a glad circle,each unaware of our ownnose but alert to the others,making the most of it, forhow soon we must re enter,when lenient days are done,the world of work and moneyand minding our p s and q s.
No summer sun will everdismantle the global gloomcast by the Daily Papers,vomiting in slip shod prosethe facts of filth and violencethat we re too dumb to prevent our earth s a sorry spot, butfor this special interim,so restful yet so festive,Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Fog Thank You, Fog, pg 3 5 Sessile, unseeing,the Plant is wholly content with the Adjacent Mobilised, sighted,the Beast can tell Here from There and Now from Not Yet Talkative, anxious,Man can picture the Absent and Non Existent Progress , pg 18 Pascal should have soother, not scared by his infinite spaces God made the All so immense, stellar collisions are rare Earth s mishaps are not fatal, Fire is not quenched by the dark,no one can bottle a Breeze,no friction wear out Water.
The conversations of birdssay very little,but mean a great deal Butterflies, alas,ignore us, but midges don t,unfortunately When did the bed bugfirst discoverthat we were tastier than bats Some beasts are dumb,some voluble, but onlyone species can stammer Many creatures make nice noises,but none, it seems,are moved by music Beasts, Birds, Fish, Flowers do whatthe Season insists They must,but Man schedules the Days onwhich He may do what He should Bound to ourselves for life,we must learn how toput up with each other Consciousness should be a parlourwhere words are well groomedand reticient Man must either fall in lovewith Someone or Something,or else fall ill Nothing can be loved too much,bu all things can be lovedin the wrong way When truly brothers,men don t sing in unisonbut in harmony Whatever their personal faith,all poets, as such,are polytheists Envy we must those bards who compose in Italian or German apposite Feminine Rhymes give them no bother at all.
We, though, thanks to a Tongue deprived of so many inflexions,can very easily turn Nouns, if we wish, into Verbs Met individually, most men appear friendly and gentle,but, collectively, Man commonly acts like a cad Policy ought to conform to Liberty, Law and Compassion,but, as a rule, It obeys Selfishness, Vanity, Funk Where are brigandsmost commonly to be found where boundaries converge Wherever there is grossinequality, the Poorcorrupt the Rich Shorts, pg 22 25 All of us believewe were born of a virgin for who can imaginehis parents copulating ,and cases are knownof pregnant Virgins.
But the Question remains from where did Christ getthat extra chromosome The Question, pg 30 Grown used to New York weather,all too familiar with Smog,You, Her unsullied Sister,I d quite forgotten and whatYou bring to British winters now native knowledge returns.
Sworn foe to festination,daunter of drivers and planes,volants, of course, will curse You,but how delighted I amthat You ve been lured to visitWiltshire s witching countrysidefor a whole week at Christmas,that no one can scurry wheremy cosmos is contractedto an ancient manor houseand four Selves, joined in friendship,Jimmy, Tania, Sonia, Me.
Outdoors a shapeless silence,for even those birds whose bloodis brisk enough to bid themabide here all the year round,like the merle and the mavis,at Your cajoling refraintheir jocund interjections,no cock considers a scream,vaguely visible, tree topsrustle not but stay there, soefficiently condensingYour damp to definite drops.
Indoors specific spaces,cosy, accommodate toreminiscence and reading,crosswords, affinities, fun refected by a sapidsupper and regaled by wine,we sit in a glad circle,each unaware of our ownnose but alert to the others,making the most of it, forhow soon we must re enter,when lenient days are done,the world of work and moneyand minding our p s and q s.
No summer sun will everdismantle the global gloomcast by the Daily Papers,vomiting in slip shod prosethe facts of filth and violencethat we re too dumb to prevent our earth s a sorry spot, butfor this special interim,so restful yet so festive,Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, Fog Thank You, Fog, pg 3 5 Sessile, unseeing,the Plant is wholly content with the Adjacent Mobilised, sighted,the Beast can tell Here from There and Now from Not Yet Talkative, anxious,Man can picture the Absent and Non Existent Progress , pg 18 Pascal should have soother, not scared by his infinite spaces God made the All so immense, stellar collisions are rare Earth s mishaps are not fatal, Fire is not quenched by the dark,no one can bottle a Breeze,no friction wear out Water.
The conversations of birdssay very little,but mean a great deal Butterflies, alas,ignore us, but midges don t,unfortunately When did the bed bugfirst discoverthat we were tastier than bats Some beasts are dumb,some voluble, but onlyone species can stammer Many creatures make nice noises,but none, it seems,are moved by music Beasts, Birds, Fish, Flowers do whatthe Season insists They must,but Man schedules the Days onwhich He may do what He should Bound to ourselves for life,we must learn how toput up with each other Consciousness should be a parlourwhere words are well groomedand reticient Man must either fall in lovewith Someone or Something,or else fall ill Nothing can be loved too much,bu all things can be lovedin the wrong way When truly brothers,men don t sing in unisonbut in harmony Whatever their personal faith,all poets, as such,are polytheists Envy we must those bards who compose in Italian or German apposite Feminine Rhymes give them no bother at all.
We, though, thanks to a Tongue deprived of so many inflexions,can very easily turn Nouns, if we wish, into Verbs Met individually, most men appear friendly and gentle,but, collectively, Man commonly acts like a cad Policy ought to conform to Liberty, Law and Compassion,but, as a rule, It obeys Selfishness, Vanity, Funk Where are brigandsmost commonly to be found where boundaries converge Wherever there is grossinequality, the Poorcorrupt the Rich Shorts, pg 22 25 All of us believewe were born of a virgin for who can imaginehis parents copulating ,and cases are knownof pregnant Virgins.
But the Question remains from where did Christ getthat extra chromosome The Question, pg 30 Beckoned anew to a World where wishes alter nothing, expelled from the padded cell of Sleep and re admitted to involved Humanity, again, as wrote Augustine, I know that I am and will, I am willing and knowing, I will to be and to know, facing in four directions, outwards and inwards in Space, observing and reflecting, backwards and forwards through Time, recalling and forecasting.
Richiamato in un Mondo nel quale i desideri sono inutili,cacciato dalla cellaimbottita del Sonno e riabbracciatal Umanit impegnata, so di nuovo,come sant Agostino ci ha insegnato,di esistere e volere,di possedere volont e coscienza,e di voler esistere e sapere,volto in quattro direzioni all esterno e all interno dello Spazio,osservando e pensando,all indietro e in avanti lungo il Tempo,ricordando e facendo previsioni.
Bound to ourselves for life, we must learn how to put up with each other.
Imprigionati a vita con noi stessi,siamo costretti ad imparare comesopportarci l un l altro.
I can t imagine anythingthat I would less like to bethan a disincarnate Spirit,unable to chew and sipor make contact with surfacesor breath the scent of summeror comprehend speech and musicor gaze at what lies beyond.
No, God has placed me exactlywhere I d have chosen to be the sub lunar world is such fun,where Man is male and femaleand gives Proper Names to all things.
Non riesco a immaginarenulla che io desideri di menoche essere uno Spirito staccatodal corpo e non potere masticare,sorseggiare, toccare superfici,respirare gli odori dell estate,comprendere la musica e i discorsi,oppure contemplare l aldil.
No, Dio mi ha collocato esattamentedove avrei scelto d essere che spassoil mondo sublunare,dove l Uomo maschile e femminilee assegna Nomi Propri ad ogni cosa.
I figured Auden s last book was a good place to start This book did not disappoint Auden s funny and serious He s good with different types of verse Death always seems to be lurking around the corner in these poems, but not in a dreary way Some really good poems here Let your last thinks all be thanks.
A highly enjoyable collection of poetry published posthumously This was my introduction to Auden and I would recommend him to novice poetry readers, such as myself My favorite was the title poem, Thank You, Fog, but there are many other gems Posthumous Letter to Gilbert White, Shorts, The Question and A Curse, to name a few.
Lackluster and Dated.
Auden s poetry falls flat on most accounts.
A serious disappointment.
Perhaps the fog is actually his fame and it detracts from the inane, overtly light aspirations of this collection of poetry.
worth it for the second poem, Aubade I know that I am and will,I am willing and knowing,I will to be and to know,facing in four directions,outwards and inwards in Space,observing and reflecting,backwards and forwards through Time,recalling and forecasting.
Enjoyed.