Reading Alejandra Pizarnik provides us a glimpse into her uneasiness with life. While others seem to wish to live to the full, she's obsessed with rushing to the end by means of a poetic drive turned into a ritualistic exercise. Her poetry is a beautiful and stark vision of death.
Thank you for sharing this...I had been thinking about Alejandra's poems lately,then last Monday came across "Extracting the Stone of Madness:Poems 1962-1972" at my library bookstore for $1.00...made my month.So sad she left us ,she was so young...but what powerful writing...
I so love these phrases/lines: "... heir to every forbidden garden," and "... I have wasted my gift for transfiguring exiles. (I can feel their breathing inside the walls.)..."
And the final line - shaping the body of the poem with her own "in this ceremony of living."
Just so powerful. Is she rushing to the end or staring death in the eye and defying its every limit?
Reading Alejandra Pizarnik provides us a glimpse into her uneasiness with life. While others seem to wish to live to the full, she's obsessed with rushing to the end by means of a poetic drive turned into a ritualistic exercise. Her poetry is a beautiful and stark vision of death.
"Uneasiness with life" is well said.
Really like the title… “Desire for the word”. Longing… golden writing prompt…
These always hit at the right time.
She is one of my favorite poets. Every word she wrote is a work of art
Beautiful 🔥
Oh yes it is, “the ceremony of living!” ALL of it.
Thank you for sharing this...I had been thinking about Alejandra's poems lately,then last Monday came across "Extracting the Stone of Madness:Poems 1962-1972" at my library bookstore for $1.00...made my month.So sad she left us ,she was so young...but what powerful writing...
Alejandra Pizarnik..always inspirational. davpi3.14
Alejandra Pizarnik..always inspirational. davpi3.14
Brilliant. Beautiful.
I so love these phrases/lines: "... heir to every forbidden garden," and "... I have wasted my gift for transfiguring exiles. (I can feel their breathing inside the walls.)..."
And the final line - shaping the body of the poem with her own "in this ceremony of living."
Just so powerful. Is she rushing to the end or staring death in the eye and defying its every limit?
What an extraordinary woman!
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/alejandra-pizarnik