FIL Literary Award in Romance Languages
On the Motion and Immobility of Douve (Bloodaxe Critical Anthologies)
A landmark poetry collection that explores the relation between image and being, moving through loss, memory, the body, and absence in tightly compressed language. It serves as an early point of departure for Bonnefoy's poetic thought, tracing the outline of the world with quiet intensity.
Work Information
It measures the shape of loss at the edge of language.
Best known as one of Bonnefoy's early major collections, the book has the density of poetry that keeps returning to the texture of the world. It moves between certainty and instability in imagery, quietly weaving together memory, embodiment, and the presence of death.
Review Summaries
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Readers praise the compressed imagery and the tense atmosphere shaped by mortality, though some find the abstraction demanding.
Book Information
- Publisher
- Bloodaxe Books
- Published
- 1992-01-01
- Pages
- 160 pages
- Language
- フランス語, 英語
- Size
- 13.79 x 1.04 x 21.59 cm
- ISBN-13
- 9781852241322
- ISBN-10
- 1852241322
- Price
- 2420 JPY
- Category
- 洋書/Literature & Fiction/Poetry/Anthologies
Yves Bonnefoy (1923-2016) was a central figure in post-war French culture, with a lifelong fascination with the problems of translation. Language, for him, was a visceral, intensely material element in our existence, and yet the abstract quality of words distorts the immediate, material quality of our contact with the world. This concern with what separates words from an essential truth hidden in objects involved him in wide-ranging philosophical and theological investigations of the spiritual and the sacred. But for all his intellectual drive and rigour, Bonnefoy's poetry is essentially of the concrete and the tangible, and addresses itself to our most familiar and intimate experiences of objects and of each other. In his first book of poetry, published in France in 1953, Bonnefoy reflects on the value and mechanism of language in a series of short variations on the life and death of a much loved woman, Douve. Douve, though, is the French word for a moat, that uncrossable body which separates us from safety and from danger. With this undercurrent at work we read the poems as if they are about the divide between us and death as much as they are about the divide between us and the untouchable reality of text. This is dangerous writing, fulfilling Derrida's "fatal necessity" by making us substitute the textual sign for reality. In his introduction, Timothy Mathews shows how Bonnefoy's poetics are enmeshed with his philosophical, religious and critical thought.
Yves Bonnefoy (1923-2016) was one of France's greatest modern poets as well as a distinguished essayist and academic. He taught literature at several universities in Europe and the USA, and following the death of Rolande Barthes in 1981 was given the chair of comparative study of poetry at the Collège de France. His works have been of great importance in post-war French literature, at the same time poetic and theoretical, examining the meaning of the spoken and written word. He has also published a number of translations, most notably Shakespeare and published several works on art and art history, including Miró and Giacometti. His first book of poems, Du mouvement et de l'immobilité de Douve, published in France in 1953, appears as a bilingual edition in the Bloodaxe Contemporary French Poets series as On the motion and immobility of Douve (1992) with a translation by the leading American poet Galway Kinnell. Other English translations of his poetry include: Hier Regnant Desert, translated by Anthony Rudolf as Yesterday's Wilderness Kingdom (MPT Books, 2000); New and Selected Poems, translated by John Naughton and Anthony Rudolf; Second Simplicity: New Poetry and Prose, 1991-2011, translated by Hoyt Rogers (Yale University Press, 2012); and The Arrière-pays, translated by Stephen Romer (University of Chicago Press, 2012).
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Pas la plus belle édition qui soit Il vaut sans doute d'apprécier ce que l'Anglo-Saxon sait fait dit de la langue Et le poème de Bonnefoy est beau