Love in the Last Days
After Tristan and Iseult
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- 9,49 €
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- 9,49 €
Beschreibung des Verlags
A contemporary requiem--an earthy yet elegant reconsideration of the Tristan and Iseult story, from the former poet laureate of Brooklyn.
In D. Nurkse's wood of Morois, the Forest of Love, there's a fine line between the real and the imaginary, the archaic and the actual, poetry and news. The poems feature the voices of the lovers and all parties around them, including the servant Brangien; Tristan's horse, Beau Joueur; even the living spring that flows through the tale ("in my breathing shadow / the lovers hear their voices / confused with mine / promising a slate roof, / a gate, a child . . . "). Nurkse brings us an Iseult who has more power than she wants over Tristan's imagination, and a Tristan who understands his fate early on: "That charm was so strong, no luck could free us." For these lovers, time closes like a book, but it remains open for us as we hear both new tones and familiar voices, eerily like our own, in this age-old story made new again.
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Former Brooklyn poet laureate Nurkse (A Night in Brooklyn) transports readers to the "imaginary past known as The Last Days" in his 11th collection, rendering his own haunting version of the story of Tristan and Iseult. The collection follows the narrative of the medieval legend by threading together a mosaic of monologues, most of which belong to Tristan, who talks of his battle wound ("it hurt always, like another soul") and catalogues strange encounters while hunting. Tristan observes Iseult with wonder and doom: "we were not made for each other,/ but to be the other's obstacle,/ cherished and loathed like the self." Nurkse's Iseult is stoic; her actions prove her to be self-sustaining and magical. Tristan confesses, "I thought we would negotiate/ in the wild, she would be less a Queen./ But no. Each day she wears her robe and crown/ more imperiously, though they are pollen and dew." Minor players benefit from Nurkse's crisp attention to detail and knack for contextualization. A character named the chronicler, for example, "chooses fresh pumice and abrades the vellum / caul of a stillborn calf and starts to doodle/ in the soft margin." Nurkse makes this familiar story something alien, new, and fascinating; like the potion that Tristan and Iseult share, it's easy to fall under his spell.
