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On Inger Christensen
I owe all my interest in Inger Christensen to another truly dynamic, formally inventive women poet, Cathy Park Hong, in whose undergraduate class I first discovered Christensen’s Alphabet. There have only been a handful of occasions when a single book has seemed like an bullet to me: piercing my flesh, radically revising every part of my body that it touches. Though perhaps in our political climate that exact simile is inappropriate, it still seems true. The work of Inger Christensen shot through me, critically breaking something in me—some notion of what the poem can and should do—in such a way that it was impossible to see poems, any poem, quite the same again. I could hardly imagine, as I was reading Alphabet, that in fact I was reading a book that wasn’t “my own,” wasn’t “American,” or that I was even reading a book in translation. It was remarkable to be, at once, and only through words (words translated from words) so close to someone who, in some sense, was so distant from me—in the “so-called Old World,” as Christensen would’ve put it. But that is the power of poetry: to collide us.
In not just Alphabet, but in books like Light and Grass and It, Christensen put forth a radical new way that the poem can work, move and persuade us. Christensen is a testament to the very ability of language to connect us—which, mind you, doesn’t mean we are now or should be treated as, magically the same—even despite our various, beautifully different tongues.
BagtankerJeg synes der sker rigtig mange spændende ting i norsk litteratur; især i essayistikken, men også skønlitterært. Til gengæld synes jeg ikke, der bliver talt synderligt meget om norsk litteratur i Danmark, hvis man ser bort fra Tomas Espedal og Karl Ove Knausgård. Derfor vil jeg bruge denne side til at gøre opmærksom på bøger, som jeg synes er interessante. Teksterne er ikke gennemtænkte eller finpudsede, de er umiddelbare indtryk, som peger i den retning, de nu peger i.
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