13 septiembre 2010

Books I Liked

Por "la famosa escritora norteamericana"

. Eileen Myles
256 pgs. Soft Skull Press. 2008

"Coming of age in New York in the 70s is a raunchy spectacle. It's the New York of Patti Smith and Allen Ginsberg, Andy Warhol and Kathy Acker. It's also the New York of a million kids who came anonymously onto the scene and stayed that way. This story peeks in and out from the margins, never becoming memoir but always a vivid poem written in clear rich prose -- very often about fame and desire but told from a quiet place where the equivalent of drops of water from an icicle hanging from an East Village firescape can be listened to for hours as the young poet's story unravels from a variety of literary and sexual positions.

'Eileen Myles follows Dante's epic in one distinct way. The first section of the Inferno describes the entry of the poet girl into the outer rings of New York and here the question is whether she is telling her body or her poem.

'“Heaven”, the novel's midsection tells the reader how to write a poem while pulling a bait and switch and telling us how to become a lesbian as well. Myles exposition of “lesbianity” includes six pages of female genitalia that rival anything Henry Miller ever produced -- though the inspiration for the section is the efforts of generations of feminist photographers as well as the 8th book of the Aeneid in which Virgil describes the stories behind the all drawings on the hero's shield. Heaven is about sex remembered - in a poem.

'The third and final part of the book -- “Drops” - is a fictional proposal to a funding organization called The Ferdinand Foundation in which the author obliges the foundation's request to supply them with her career narrative, but gives her “real one” the one that a writer never gives to funders. Travel disasters, bad readings of wonderful poems, tour stories and deaths - “Drops” is Myles' Purgatorio which litanizes the actual career of the poet and leaves us in that present of the writing and the life.'

Eileen Myles a finales de los setenta

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