Showing posts with label Writer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Writer. Show all posts

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Jen Bervin


             Jen Bervin’s, Nets, published by Ugly Duckling Presse 2004, is a collection of 60 sonnets by William Shakespeare, reconfigured to make contemporary meaning with his words. Bervin used grey type to print Shakespeare’s classic sonnets and then bolded her chosen words in black. She has “stripped” the classical Shakespearian sonnets down to their “nets” and reveals a duality of meanings within the work. Jen Bervin describes her process of writing,When we write poems, the history of poetry is with us, pre-inscribed in the white of the page..” For the reader she has replicated this inscription, allowing one to understand exactly how history informs her pieces, simultaneously revealing how she transforms the historical work. The ambiguity of the minimal form along side the openness of her writing invites the reader to draw many conclusions of their own. Bervin has, with purpose, successfully used omission as a strong component of her book. The lack of page numbers, titles or added explanation gives the reader a freedom to explore her work much as she has done previously with Shakespeare’s originals. One may choose to read this as one long strung together poem, 60 short poems bolded in black, or classical sonnets with highlighted emphasis. Bervin challenges the reader to authorize their own version with the way in which one may read her piece. Building an infinite collection of poems, bound not by space or time, yet existing within this one similar, classical vocabulary, Shakespearian sonnets.

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Monday, October 25, 2010

Samuel Beckett: writer, poet

Samuel Beckett, most known for his plays and prose, is however, also a poet..
 and in my opinion, a visual story teller of sorts. 


time she stopped
sitting at her window
quiet at her window
only window
facing other windows
all eyes
all sides
high and low
time she stopped

-Samuel Beckett, Rockaby 1980

This poem struck me as the image of a photographer, or Beckett seeing through a photographers eye.
Interesting blend of medium whether intended or not.