ANNE CARSON EROS THE BITTERSWEET PDF
indeed he might have been describing the author of Eros, the Bittersweet. Car- Carson traces the paradoxical nature of Eros from Sappho’s famous definition. Deadpan Sexy: Anne Carson’s “Eros the Bittersweet”. Austin Allen. 10 February, Anne Carson writes books that refuse to be just one thing. Autobiography. Eros the Bittersweet An Essay Anne Carson. Editions. Paperback. ISBN. pp. 6 x 9. Hardcover.
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Eros defined as lack can never be completed just like the paradoxes of Zeno defy the laws of time and motion to posit that nothing is ever completed, distance and time are untraverseable. He exists because certain boundaries do. It is that hole. A gust of godlikeness may pass through you and for an instant a great many things look knowable, possible and present. Refresh and try again. There is something like an electrification in them.
This time she sent me back to my Plato and I went through a whole Plato phase rereading the Phaedrus, bitterswset Lysis and the Republic all over the course of the following week the Symposium is just around the corner wros my syllabus.
It comes from the lover’s classificatory process. How do they know an edge is an edge? Some say every Platonic dialogue is about one specific thing; Some need every Platonic dialogue to be about one thing.
Eros the Bittersweet
Quite the contrary, she sees literacy as being bound up in the formulation of desire. For it is inseparable from your conviction of its impossibility. I really enjoyed this book! Beginning with, “It was Sappho who first called eros ‘bittersweet.
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They are not like anything else, but they are like each other. There are no words for how perfect this book is. Nov 20, mwpm rated it it was amazing Shelves: A pun is a figure of language that depends on similarity of sound and disparity of meaning.
It bitfersweet been an endeavour of philosophy from the time of Sokrates to understand the nature and uses of that resemblance. They began reaching for something else.
To think about one’s own tactics is always a tricky business. This motion is corroborated in the annne of the verse: This fact does not cease to charm its readers. They are tactics of imagination, which sometimes turn upon enhancing the beloved, sometimes upon reconceiving the lover, but which are all aimed at defining one certain edge or difference: As much of a rousing celebration this book is for the love of Literature, too much of her prose is dry and bloated with jargon and rhetoric for this particular, not-smart-enough reader.
When we read, we feel that sharp gap between ourselves and the words on the page. It wasn’t an obsession with an ideal, but with a cozy place between her constant surprises and constant familiarity.
Something is terribly wrong with a community who will accept as valid the formulation, “well, Freud said”. Words do have edges. And it is the single fact that makes a difference to the lover, the fact that you and I are not one. A book about romantic love, Eros the Bittersweet thd Anne Carson’s exploration of the concept of “eros” in both classical philosophy and literature.
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There is something irresistible in that. To write words I put a symbol in place of an absent sound.
Breaks make a person think. I would say for the uninformed reader, the book is highly understandable although somewhat specialized; for the informed reader, it may lack some academic rigour as I’ve learned some are biased against Carson because she “thinks she is a poet,” others are happy to accept her scholarly workbut it is an extremely coherent argument and interesting to boot.
Was it the case that the round beings of his fantasy remained perfectly content rolling about the bigtersweet in prelapsarian oneness? A Fictional Essay in 29 Tangos, winner of the T. It is a series of interlinked essays that talk about the concept of Eros in classical Greek poetry and prose, especially Sappho’s, and I can only read it as a void, a gaping hole in myself, knowing that I will never make something so perfect.