12/4/2023 0 Comments Deep vellum![]() The red swarm of my thoughts circled a bit about her, snarling, with round eyes, yellow-rimmed. Textbook by one corner then from her pen she extracted many jagged inky threads, ducked low, and gazed with her round eyes into an invisible hole. The great white she-wolf : growled the greeting, took a savage seat and tugged out her Then :Ĭordingen Station : the snow prickled softly on the walls a black switch- wire quiveredĪnd husked hawaiian (at my side the she-wolf appeared, covered with silver grains. Not a continuum, not a continuum ! : that’s how my life runs, how my memories run (likeĪ spasm-shaken man watching a thunderstorm in the night):įlash : a naked house in the development bares its teeth amid poison- green shrubbery : night.įlash : white visages are gaping, tongues tatting, fingers teething : night.įlash : tree limbs are standing, boys play pubescing women are stew¬ing girls are scamping open-bloused : night !īut I cannot experience my life as a majestically unrolling ribbon not I ! (Proof).ĭrift ice in the sky : chunks a floe. My life ? !: is not a continuum ! (not simply fractured into white and black pieces by dayĪnd night! For even by day they are all someone else, the fellow who walks to the train sits in the office bookworms stalks through groves copulates small-talks writes man of a thousand thoughts of fragmenting categories who runs smokes defecates listens to the radio says “Commissioner, sir” : that’s me !): a tray full of glistening snapshots. ![]() Far ahead a small car bored its bulging eyes into the matutinal night, wiggled them slowly looking about, and then clumsily turned the red glow of its monkey’s butt toward me : glad it’s driving off ! And the moon must have still been bustling at my back, since sometimes sharp rays flitted strangely through the needled blackness. (Just ahead the woods will retreat to the left and fields advance). The trees stood there, giants at august attention, and my look-alive steps stirred beneath me. The main road (to the station) coated with silver strips shoulders cemented high withĬoarse snow, diamonddiamond (macadamized - was Cooper’s brother-in-law by the by). The moon’s bald Mongol skull shoved closer to me. Touch the earth : so I sent a tapering hand upward, with beknitted finger drew the slivered in the silver scurf beside me, (no thunderstorm in progress at the moment, otherwise I’d have come up with something !) (In my briefcase the wax paper rustles). Thou shalt not point thy finger at the stars nor write in the snow but when it thunders Woods won both the 1981 American Book Award and PEN award for his translation of Schmidt's Evening Edged in Gold and has published a new translation of Thomas Mann's Buddenbrooks. Over the next twenty years, until his death, he wrote some of the landmarks of postwar German literature, many of which are available in translation from Dalkey Archive Press. In 1958 Schmidt moved to the village of Bargfeld near Celle. His first book, Leviathan, was published in 1949. After being held as a prisoner of war for eight months, he worked briefly as an interpreter for the British military police. Drafted into the army in 1940, he served in the artillery at a flak base in Norway until the end of the war. All three novels are characterized by Schmidt's unique combination of sharply observed details, sarcastic asides, and wide erudition.Īrno Schmidt (1914–1979) was born in the working-class suburb of Hamburg-Hamm, Germany. Dark Mirrors ' narrator fears he may be the last man on earth until the discovery of another creates new fears. Brand's Heath deals with the chaos of the immediate postwar period as a writer joins a small community of "survivors" to try to forge a new life, and Dark Mirrors is set in a future where civilization has been virtually destroyed. ![]() Scenes from the Life of a Faun recounts the dreary life of a government worker who escapes the banality of war by researching the exploits of a deserter from the Napoleonic Wars nicknamed The Faun. Nobodaddy's Children is a trilogy of novels that traces life in Germany from the Nazi era through the postwar years and into an apocalyptic future. ![]()
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