az- Why This World: A Biography of Clarice Lispector - by Benjamin Moser: Oxford Press, August 2009




Clarice Lispector, A Hora da Estrela (The Hour of the Star) opening paragraph:
Everything in the world began with a yes. One molecule said yes to another molecule & life was born. But before prehistory there was the prehistory of prehistory and there was the never & there was the yes. It was ever so. /These things are always./ I do not know why, but I do know that the universe never began.


Wallace Stevens:
After the final no there comes a yes
And on that yes the future world depends.
No was the night. Yes is this present sun. this present sun this coming into. EW re Here Comes the Sun as #48 their list top Beatles songs: 'three blissful minutes of pure sonic warmth'
If the rejected things, the things denied,
Slid over the western cataract, yet one, the cataract? the rejected things ~become opaque~?
One only, one thing that was firm, even
No greater than a cricket's horn, no more
Than a thought to be rehearsed all day, a speech
Of the self that must sustain itself on speech, yes: even. even that.
One thing remaining, infallible, would be
Enough. Ah! douce campagna of that thing!
Ah! douce campagna, honey in the heart,
Green in the body mmm, out of a petty phrase,
Out of a thing believed, a thing affirmed:
The form on the pillow humming while one sleeps hmm - andrew - of wh reminds? not this, another poem, 'the form on the pillow' ~ ? ... here last page blue bound an email "read this poem and I certainly thought of you" The Task by Ashbery 'promise of the pillow and so much in the night to come". conflated w a memory of this line itself. and this line means? the form on the pillow is the affirming, maybe. believe the one thing, it will be affirmed. (y. if it is sunny for you, you will find it sunny. ~maybe. belief finds its affirmation.)
The aureole above the humming house...
It can never be satisfied, the mind, never. ..how did we get here? or is it ~ discontinuous. it's what the poet thinks, regardless. no . . . stevens is not ...

The Well Dressed Man With A Beard - A poem by Wallace Stevens - American Poems | After the final no there comes a yes | ... it can never be satisfied, the mind, never. | [..GMH the mind has mountains] Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed O my dear
After the final no there comes a yes And on that yes the future world depends. No was the night. Yes is this present sun. If the rejected things, the things denied ..One thing remaining, infallible, would be Enough. ..Green in the body, out of a petty phrase, Out of a thing believed, a thing affirmed: .. It can never be satisfied, the mind, never.
Sep09: how get fr? one infallible thing, one thing affirmed, after the no the yes >to> It can never be satisfied, the mind, never.
~~GMHopkins: O the mind, the mind has mountains. hold them cheap may they who never clung there. =
'O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall. Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap. May who ne'er hung there.' /so it is 'cheap'. and 'hung'. but I leave out: 'cliffs of fall. Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed.' like my, that hyphenate 'no-man-fathomed.' mm. and repeated: ' ..O my dear.' nice. like my. my own. mine own. //no. no that repeat is of the musical adaptation I'm looking at, not in the Hopkins sonnet. >>>
~~ "A poet's subject is his sense of the world," he noted in an essay. =Parini article re Stevens, pgmrk z0607 poem. y my subject. my sense of th.
The war between mind and sky - Jay Parini re Wallace Stevens
"A poet's subject is his sense of the world," he once as opposed to many times? okay in fairness,used as emphasis for the fast of doing, the actuality, once upon a time. at a specific time. he did at a specific time, in a specific instance, in fact. anyway I dislike it noted in an essay. // y y y // rw:New edition of complete Wallace Stevens (UkG-bkrev

NO worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief,
More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring.
Comforter, where, where is your comforting?
Mary, mother of us, where is your relief?
My cries heave, herds-long; huddle in a main, a chief
Woe, wórld-sorrow; on an áge-old anvil wince and sing -
Then lull, then leave off. Fury had shrieked `No ling-
ering! Let me be fell: force I must be brief'.

O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall
Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap
May who ne'er hung there. Nor does long our small
Durance deal with that steep or deep. Here! creep,
Wretch, under a comfort serves in a whirlwind: all
Life death does end and each day dies with sleep.



Gerard Manley Hopkins Poems In Musical Adaptations - Mind Has Mountains

O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall
Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap
May who ne'er hung there. Nor does long our small
Durance deal with that steep or deep. Here! creep,
Wretch, under a comfort serves in a whirlwind: all
Life death does end and each day dies with sleep. *oh. that *is* the comfort.
O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall
Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed O my dear

No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief, pitched past pitch. no worst, there is none. 'you don't know how far down it goes.'
More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring.
Comforter, where, where is your comforting?
Mary, mother of us, where is your relief?
My cries heave, herds-long; huddle in a main, a chief
Woe, world-sorrow; on an age-old anvil wince and sing —
Then lull, then leave off. Fury had shrieked 'No ling-
ering! Let me be fell: force I must be brief'.

O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall
Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Hold them cheap
May who ne'er hung there. Nor does long our small
Durance deal with that steep or deep. Here! creep,
Wretch, under a comfort serves in a whirlwind: all
Life death does end and each day dies with sleep.

O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall
Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed O my dear

O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall
Frightful, sheer

O the mind, mind has mountains;
Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. oh. fathomed. no man's been to the bottom, sourced the bottom, mapped it. grund. 'you don't know how far down it goes.' ('oh my dear, it's turtles all the way down.')

* again! a meaningful colon. and oh! the colon I am thinking of, as first as the model, to which this is again, is also ah ha G M Hopkins, I love. Spring and Fall.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind expressed What heart heard of, ghost guessed: It is the blight man was born for, It is Margaret you mourn for.
~I'm not as convinced at this moment, of my reading: [*that* mind does not hold & cannot articulate what the heart hears, spirit senses.] = It = the blight = you mourn that you cannot know what you ~know. cannot hold, say (logos: gather, make a ratio) what you feel, are (nous).
ie ~ common reading: sorrow's springs = mortality. all grief re one's self, own losses, own death. and this is what heart hearts, ghost guesses. you intuit that you are grieving for yourself. eh.
vs ~ I'm saying: sorrow's springs = sensing sth you cannot say or think. trying to think it and you cannot. so yes, all the new thinking is about loss. and-or, all the loss is about not being able to think. knowing and not knowing. ghost, heartheard, phantom (Moby), *poof*.

here, more clear equation. the comfort = death, sleep. that life ends, the day ends. y.

Can somebody explain Gerald Manley Hopkins poem? - Yahoo! Answers: "the comforting notion that death is the end of life, and each day ends in sleep." for all that it is a yahoo answer, this seems like a competent, helpful gloss:
Here goes, line by line:::
No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief,
No WORST, not no worse. Pitched, sounds like Satan hurled from heaven. He keeps falling this way, hurled down, it the grief always increasing; all he knows is there is no worst. That is, the grief increases eternally. Overtones of a crescendo of rising notes (pitch) and even the blackness of pitch (as tar)
More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring.
And this is why he knows there is 'no worst'; because the pain he has already felt 'teaches' the present and future pain so that like a good student getting wiser and wiser, this pain will continue to get worse.
Comforter, where, where is your comforting?
Mary, mother of us, where is your relief?
The Catholic cries out to the Holy Spirit (known as 'the comforter') and the virgin Mary, who is the intercessor; they aren't apparently helping at all.
...'herds-long'. introduces sheep imagery..... Jesus is the shepherd. (Sheep herd)...
on an age-old anvil wince and sing —
Here's God, the blacksmith; ouch. like hot metal hissing on the anvil as it cools, he in this pain; so here is a hint that he is though struggling seeing this terrible distress as part of a process familiar in a general sense (an age-old anvil) of making something useful. (out of his soul.)
Then lull, then leave off. Fury had shrieked 'No ling-
ering! Let me be fell: force I must be brief'.
'fell' here means terrible, as in 'the fell fiend' wow huh is that not 'the fallen fiend'? Lucifer; and is associated in usage with the devil; so again stressing the horror of the experience.
[okay: Merriam Webster - fell (adj) * Function: adjective * Etymology: Middle English fel, from Anglo-French — more at felon * Date: 14th century 1 a : fierce, cruel, terrible b : sinister, malevolent c : very destructive : deadly]
But of course it has other overtones, of falling, so echoing 'pitched'; and also of the fells mm, part of the wild scenery of the land he loved. Sheep get lost on fells; they are not kindly landscapes, though beautiful; you have to be tough to wander the fells.
As for Fury; the Furies were the executors of divine justice in ancient Greece; if you committed a terrible sin you were pursued by these shrieking terrors. He hints that he has sinned.. but does not specifically gloss, why does Fury say (shriek) "No lingering! Let me be fell; force I must be brief." ? perforce. I do not understand this, not exactly, who what must be be brief?
Here! creep,
Wretch, under a comfort serves in a whirlwind:
So this is the only shred of comfort I can find, it's not much but anything is better than this whirlwind; .. intensifies the image of adverse weather .... miserable creature that I am, I huddle under it. ...

No worst, there is none@Everything2.com:
Line 8 requires explanation: fell meaning cruel, savage (but also prefiguring the extended image of falling down from great height), force is used as an adverb, as perforce - I am forced to be brief. Hopkins marked a pause on 'fell' to prevent the reader interpreting it as 'fell force'.
'World-sorrow', 'herds-long' and 'no-man-fathomed' are typical examples of his compound adjectives formed somewhat as in German; a poetically useful way to compress meaning into few words. Hopkins achieves an unusual fusion between the intellectual curiousness and emotional content of such constructions.

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