Glass, Irony and God

Glass, Irony and God


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Anne Carson's poetry—characterized by various reviewers as "short talks," "essays," or "verse narratives"—combines the confessional and the critical in a voice all her own.

Known as a remarkable classicist, Anne Carson weaves contemporary and ancient poetic strands with stunning style in Glass, Irony and God. This collection includes: "The Glass Essay," a powerful poem about the end of a love affair, told in the context of Carson's reading of the Brontë sisters; "Book of Isaiah," a poem evoking the deeply primitive feel of ancient Judaism; and "The Fall of Rome," about her trip to "find" Rome and her struggle to overcome feelings of a terrible alienation there.

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ISBN-13: 9780811213028
Publisher: New Directions Publishing Corporation
Publication date: 11/28/1995
Pages: 142
Sales rank: 148,042
Product dimensions: 5.20(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.50(d)

About the Author

Anne Carson was born in Canada and teaches ancient Greek for a living.

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lukeasrodgers on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Anne Carson is one of my favourite modern poets. In a way unmatched by any other author I've read, she is able cast familiar characters and personages in entirely new light, exploding the boundaries of received interpretation and sedimented preconceptions. My favourite selection from this book is "The Truth About God"."On the day He was to create justiceGod got involved in making a dragonflyand lost track of time."
nefernika on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The brilliant Carson is one of my favorite authors. Here are some lines from The Glass Essay: "Everything I know about love and its necessities/ I learned in that one moment/ when I found myself/ thrusting my little burning red backside like a baboon/ at a man who no longer cherished me. There was no area of my mind/ not appalled by this action/ no part of my body/ that could have done otherwise" These are lines that echo for hours afterwards, every time I read them. sometimes I think of them when I'm riding the train and I feel an intensely pleasurable sadness. If you read this book, you can read many, many lines like these.