The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge (Penguin Classics) [Rainer Maria Rilke, Michael Hulse] on *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. ‘An indescribable, aching, futile longing for myself’The young Danish aristocrat Malte Laurids Brigge has been left rootless by the early death of his parents. About The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge. This is the definitive, widely acclaimed translation of the major prose work of one of our century’s greatest poets.
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An unfathomable autobiographical history of a man who is losing his mind. Finally afternoon came with all its inspirations; you could become a buccaneer on the isle of Tortuga, and there was no obligation to be that; you could besiege Campeche, take Vera Cruz by storm; you could be a whole army or an officer on horseback or a ship mslte the ocean: It was, however, that light touch which gave me the strength to get through those long meals.
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And what the many small foolish birds can’t work out is how he calls to people and how he draws them to him. Such a pity that that man didnt write more novels than he matle. I was the only one still sitting; I had sunk so heavily in my chair it felt as if I would never be able to get up again by myself.
And although I found this situation annoying, and although I did everything possible llaurids remain serious, my laughter carried on erupting and kept me completely in its power. See– kings lie and stare, and the storyteller cannot divert them.
Penguin Classics; Critical ed. Three Plays Luigi Pirandello.
The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge by Rainer Maria Rilke |
A happy poet who who tells of his window and and of the glass doors of his bookcase which mirror thoughts of a desolate vastness that is dear to him.
We suspect that he is too difficult for us, that we must postpone him, so that we can slowly do the long work that separates us from him. But would it then exist? Thus, seeing it now, in a version of my childhood memories, it’s not a building, rather it’s all split up: Showing of 46 reviews. Took it to college.
In his return, he wonders whether he is ready for the love of God – about which, in his reading of St Teresa of Avila, he has already meditated. One must be able to think back to roads in unfamiliar regions, unexpected encounters, and partings which one saw coming long before; one must be able to think back to those days in one’s childhood that are still unexplained, to one’s parents whom one could not help offending when they brought a delightful gift and one didn’t appreciate it it was a delight for someone elseto those childhood illnesses which arose so peculiarly and with so many profound and difficult changes, to those days in peaceful and secluded rooms, and to those brkgge by the sea, to the sea anywhere, to seas, to nights of travel that swept along high above, flying with the stars; and it’s still not enough, even when one’s allowed to think of everything one can.
There are these little bgigge that are forever ringing their bells, and the Duke of Sagan himself would have to let his carriage be halted if one of these little people who was dying had taken it into their head that they wanted to go straight to God’s very own Hotel. Opposite him sat Miss Mathilde Brahe. A few years later I read and loved it. Would you have possibly been able to tell me if there was a doctor there?
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Rilke and the question of self-identity
I am sitting here reading a poet. With an interrupted reading one can deal better with the fragmentation in the inner narrative. But is that essential?
There have even been instances when dogs have gone out with them on. What art is broad enough to simultaneously evoke his thin, cloaked form and the vast spaciousness of his gigantic nights? He smiled and made a guick fluttering movement with his laurlds white hands to indicate that he was tremendously busy.
He wrote on Rodin with whom he became quite close. At any rate it seemed to me that no definite brigge could be attached to his personality which in some moments was so sharp and yet lauries other times so diffuse. This young, insignificant foreigner, will have to sit himself down, five flights up and write day and night: One was like an empty space.
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