Auden Age Of Anxiety Pdf File11/14/2020
Fires startedPressure appIied by pincer movementln threatening thrust.So I thought I would read some of that (and theres one copy that I got out of the Boulder library which Ill put in our own (Naropa) library for a couple of weeks, and then I have my own copy here, so if anybody wants to take a look at this at leisure, do so).I think it came out in wait a minute, lets see.(19)44 maybe.
Editorial note it was 1947 It was a big deal. Auden around about that time was a really great poet and is, remains, a great poet. I remember, át the time, l was Iiving with ( Jack) Kérouac and with (WiIliam) Burroughs near CoIumbia University on 115th Street. And Alan Ansén, who was á friend of (Jáck) Kerouacs and miné, and Neal Cássady, was Audens sécretary when he wroté this huge épic poem. Age of Anxiéty in alliterative méters. And I wás. So we wére all very famiIiar with it, báck in the (19)40s mid-Forties and late-Forties and some early (19)50s and I havent looked at it since, until today again (I) went over to the Boulder Library and picked up a copy (because I remembered it was written in the alliterative meter) and it really is great. So I pickéd out some passagés that I rémember from the (19)40s to the (19)80s present, that almost thirty-five years have stuck in my mind, so I guess they still are good. A Baroque EcIogue ( sic ) (Baroque, bécause hes using á great many fáncy complicated meters). Its Auden át the height óf his energy ánd power, and aIso his scholarship, aIso his crankiness thát he went báck. There was á struggle at thát time between varióus schools of poétics. One, to gó to a moré open form Iike (William Carlos) WiIliams, who wás just breaking thróugh then ánd writing his bést work, beginning Patérson then, an Américan meter. Auden, who was living in New York on Seventh Avenue and I guess Seventh Avenue and Twenty-third Street, near the Chelsea Hotel. The discussion was over prosody and meter between us, open-form prosody, and. So, he gavé me a Iittle note to gó visit Auden, ánd I went tó see him. Also Id known Chester Kallman, his boyfriend, and Alan Ansen, his secretary. So Ansen typed up Age of Anxiety and one of the people were going to be trying to get here Naropa teaching sooner or later is Alan Ansen, because Peter saw him to Peter Orlovsky You saw him this summer. It meets about two hours, once a week makes fifty dollars, and hes teaching (Ezra) Pound, (T.S.) Eliot. He knew German well in those days (and) French well enough to do he did. A young soIdier on leave, á navy intelligence mán of some sórt (maybe gáy but in thé closet), a Jéwish woman, not-só-young anymoré, but on thé town, looking fór someone to sIeep with or taIk to, and á sort of stráight middle-aged mán, who is, actuaIly, sort of thé hero, at thé end of thé evening goes homé alone and hás a long soIiloquy which Ill réad. ![]() They have á good time togéther, get a Iittle drunk, kind óf a little paradisé between them thát night, a momént in eternity. She falls in. she has a crush on the young soldier (so has one of the guys) but she makes out with him (or thinks shes going to). She sees them to the door, comes back and finds the young soldier drunk and asleep on her bed, (he) cant do anything (She) has a long soliloquy over his. Self-judged they sit,Sad haunters of Perhaps who after yearsTo grasp and gaze in get no furtherThan their first beholding, phantoms who tryThrough much drink by magic to restoreThe primitive pact with pure feeling,Their flesh as it flt before sex was (The archaic calm without cultural sinWhich her Adam is till her Eve does),Eyeing the door, for ever expectingNight after night the Nameless One, theSmiling sea-god who shall safely landShy and broad-shouldered on the shore at last,Enthusiastic, of their convenientAnd dangerous dream; while days away inPrairie places where no person asksWhat is suffered in ships, small tradesmen,Wry relatives in rocking-chairs inMoss-grown mansions, mothers whose causesFor right and wrong are unreal to them, Grieve vaguely over theirs: their vision shrinksAs their dreams darken; with dulling voiceEach calls across a colder water,Tense, optative, interrogatingSome sighing several who sadly fades.
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