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Unrecounted combines thirty-three of what W. G. Sebald called his micropoems--miniatures as unclassifiable as all of his works--with thirty-three exquisitely exact lithographs by one of his oldest friends, the acclaimed artist Jan Peter Tripp. The lithographs portray, with stunning precision, pairs of eyes--the eyes of Beckett, Borges, Proust Jasper Johns, Francis Bacon, Tripp, Sebald, Sebald's dog Maurice. Brief as haiku, the poems are epiphanic and anti-narrative. What the author calls time l…
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- Author: W G Sebald
- Publisher: New Directions Publishing Corporation
- ISBN-10: 0811217264
- ISBN-13: 9780811217262
- Format: 15.2 x 25.5 x 1.1 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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Unrecounted combines thirty-three of what W. G. Sebald called his micropoems--miniatures as unclassifiable as all of his works--with thirty-three exquisitely exact lithographs by one of his oldest friends, the acclaimed artist Jan Peter Tripp.The lithographs portray, with stunning precision, pairs of eyes--the eyes of Beckett, Borges, Proust Jasper Johns, Francis Bacon, Tripp, Sebald, Sebald's dog Maurice. Brief as haiku, the poems are epiphanic and anti-narrative. What the author calls time lost, the pain of remembering, and the figure of death here find a small home. The art and poems do not explain one another, but rather engage in a kind of dialogue. The longer I look at the pictures of Jan Peter Tripp, Sebald comments in his essay, the better I understand that behind the illusions of the surface, a dread-inspiring depth is concealed. It is the metaphysical lining of reality, so to speak.
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- Author: W G Sebald
- Publisher: New Directions Publishing Corporation
- ISBN-10: 0811217264
- ISBN-13: 9780811217262
- Format: 15.2 x 25.5 x 1.1 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
Unrecounted combines thirty-three of what W. G. Sebald called his micropoems--miniatures as unclassifiable as all of his works--with thirty-three exquisitely exact lithographs by one of his oldest friends, the acclaimed artist Jan Peter Tripp.
The lithographs portray, with stunning precision, pairs of eyes--the eyes of Beckett, Borges, Proust Jasper Johns, Francis Bacon, Tripp, Sebald, Sebald's dog Maurice. Brief as haiku, the poems are epiphanic and anti-narrative. What the author calls time lost, the pain of remembering, and the figure of death here find a small home. The art and poems do not explain one another, but rather engage in a kind of dialogue. The longer I look at the pictures of Jan Peter Tripp, Sebald comments in his essay, the better I understand that behind the illusions of the surface, a dread-inspiring depth is concealed. It is the metaphysical lining of reality, so to speak.
The lithographs portray, with stunning precision, pairs of eyes--the eyes of Beckett, Borges, Proust Jasper Johns, Francis Bacon, Tripp, Sebald, Sebald's dog Maurice. Brief as haiku, the poems are epiphanic and anti-narrative. What the author calls time lost, the pain of remembering, and the figure of death here find a small home. The art and poems do not explain one another, but rather engage in a kind of dialogue. The longer I look at the pictures of Jan Peter Tripp, Sebald comments in his essay, the better I understand that behind the illusions of the surface, a dread-inspiring depth is concealed. It is the metaphysical lining of reality, so to speak.
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