also, it makes me really want to finish the quilt. so much of what
you wrote about so far has gone through my head (without reference to
academics) while cutting up k's clothes and piecing them back
together. it always makes me think of some essay i read in school, i
think it was in spanish actually about how in all elegies the mourner
disassembles what has been lost and recomposes or refashions it with a
new form and new representative function. metamorphosis and all. this
was talking about poetry, how objects and imagery forms around the
lack, but my quilt and your work are the same. i am close to putting
all the bigger pieces together, and then it just needs to be quilted.
[i am so in love with metaphor...i am pretty sure that the ability to
recognize and create metaphor is what most people mean when they say
god.]
-mara reynolds (oct. 4, email)
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What I was thinking of is a chapter from Peter Sacks' _The English Elegy: Studies in the Genre from Spenser to Yeats_. I can't find a table of contents anywhere on the magical interwebs (I never thought I'd miss JSTOR!), but I believe the chapter in question is about (an elegy about) the myth of Syrinx, whom Dionysius converts to a reed and then a flute after she drowns trying to escape his pursuit. [Elegos=death song in Greek; does the dance require a tune; does the dead provide the instrument?] Maybe a side-track to your studies, but check out the epigraph:
"Is the story in vain, how once, in the mourning for Linos, venturing earliest music pierced barren numbness, and how, in the horrified space [which] an almost deified youth suddenly quitted for ever, emptiness first felt the vibration that now charms us and comforts and helps?" --Rilke, _Duino Elegies_
language... i was talking to a linguist friend the other night who was saying the first requirement for the birth of a language is community. And death...everything/one is subject to it, but no one can come back to speak of it; a tentative community, its members are non-participants, or pre-participants, witnesses only. tricky indeed.
Zephyr, I feel almost sillily enamored with your work. it's got my gears spinning all day, and it makes me feel a fool for looking for a day job.
love,
M
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