Showing posts with label la poésie concrète. Show all posts
Showing posts with label la poésie concrète. Show all posts

Tuesday, 3 March 2020

A Visit Recalled: Dame Edith Sitwell.

‘Chocolate?’
I had foolishly arrived with a scarce box of fancy liqueur chocs.
My dear, the last time 
                                       I ate
                                            chocolate
                                                  was Nineteen Twenty-Eight.’
The half-smile of the poetess was 
                                       matched only by her half-rhyme.
Points of light flashed from a large blue agate
set on one of the rings 
                                      with which her fingers were laden.
Bangles jangled as the empress extended her hand with
                                      a flourish
                                            as though it were some form
                                                  of impish
                                                        sabre-rattling at the whim
of a capricious potentate.
                                      ‘Mais non . . . !’
She selected a chocolate-coated fragment the size of a crumb.
‘. . . Maybe I’ll simply choose the makeweight 
                                      en hommage à la poésie concrète!

‘She was impressively grand, quite eccentric . . . 
She wore her usual loose, dramatic robes, her high,
Plantagenet headdress. Her lovely hands were
covered with the most beautiful rings I had ever
seen actually worn: they were deep, deep, coloured
stones — aquamarines, blue agates, large and
pool-like.’ (A Drink* with Dame Edith by
Muriel Spark. Literary Review. February 1997.)


Special Note: A ‘makeweight’ was, according to custom, a small, very thin, tablet of pure chocolate added, as occasion demanded, to a box of chocolates to meet trading standards when the tray was underweight.

*Dame Edith’s favourite tipple was, apparently, Gin-and-Pineapple-Juice.


See also: Variation on a Theme by Edna St. Vincent Millay
https://catherineeisnerfrance.blogspot.com/2019/10/variation-on-theme-by-edna-st-vincent.html

See also: Premature embalmment of anti-art
https://catherineeisnerfrance.blogspot.com/2016/04/dotty-premature-embalmment-of-anti-art.html

See also: Poésie trouvée, the unsought text
http://catherineeisnerfrance.blogspot.co.uk/2011/09/colour-blind.html
and
http://catherineeisnerfrance.blogspot.co.uk/2011/09/poesie-trouvee-unsought-text.html


Catherine Eisner believes passionately in plot-driven suspense fiction, a devotion to literary craft that draws on studies in psychoanalytical criminology and psychoactive pharmacology to explore the dark side of motivation, and ignite plot twists with unexpected outcomes. Within these disciplines Eisner’s fictions seek to explore variant literary forms derived from psychotherapy and criminology to trace the traumas of characters in extremis. Compulsive recurring sub-themes in her narratives examine sibling rivalry, rivalrous cousinhood, pathological imposture, financial chicanery, and the effects of non-familial male pheromones on pubescence, 
and Listen Close to Me (2011)



Sunday, 9 July 2017

The Girl on the Number Fifty-Two Omnibus . . . Between Stops . . .


Between stops

she thought :

Were it so simple that I could pause here
comma

(    at this convex mirror    )

where my gaze is
comma

I’d hope
to study the immediate glitter of its parenthesis
comma

were it so simple that I could stop
comma



1972: She boards the 52 bound for the Pushkin Club at
 46 Ladbroke Grove. (Photo from an extraordinarily eccentric book,
published in 1991, The Girl in the Street, composed entirely
and obsessively of 150 pages of candid-camera snapshots
taken over three decades of young women in European capitals
in desirable – not to say fetishistic – propinquity to omnibuses or
trams, with specification minutiae and slavish detail as to the
arcana of urban public transport vehicle pedigrees; i.e. the London
Transport AEC Routemaster above, we’re told, is Production
Number 238. Conversely, in each picture the identity of the young
woman snapped unawares is unknown. ‘An essential work
for all lovers of public service vehicles and students of fashion
design.’  Robert E. Jowitt, author and photographer.)