With Deer
You can now pre-order my translation of Aase Berg's With Deer here.
Praise for With Deer
“Oh, you have taken it too far, Aase Berg, on this field trip to dismember an apocalyptic body that is self-bomb, culture-bomb; you are scratching at the interior of the bomb that has no exterior. Amusedly, bombastically, terrifyingly you scratch. Johannes Goransson’s translation is lush and boldly guttural and the two of you have my intestines by a leash. ‘One by one you turned my faces up/toward the sun’s surface/and drank them like deer water.’”
—Cathy Wagner
“Aase Berg’s poems deepdive through the perversity of nature, groping the outer edges of subjectivity. Along this super-charged border dichotomies infest one another—inside/outside, human/animal, animate/inanimate, macro/micro—and desire cannibalizes all. Think Hansel and Gretel on acid, think of the horrors of cookie dough. If this unflinching and awesome collection is the shape of modern poetry, then, as Bob Hope said in his 1965 United Artists modernist classic, ‘I’ll take Sweden.’”
—Dodie Bellamy
“These poems have the scent of a lost hermetic text extracted from the oily black clay of a ruined forest. Long suppressed scenes of deliberate, feral ritual and the thrill of animal submission are herein joyfully revealed.”
—Michael Gira
Praise for With Deer
“Oh, you have taken it too far, Aase Berg, on this field trip to dismember an apocalyptic body that is self-bomb, culture-bomb; you are scratching at the interior of the bomb that has no exterior. Amusedly, bombastically, terrifyingly you scratch. Johannes Goransson’s translation is lush and boldly guttural and the two of you have my intestines by a leash. ‘One by one you turned my faces up/toward the sun’s surface/and drank them like deer water.’”
—Cathy Wagner
“Aase Berg’s poems deepdive through the perversity of nature, groping the outer edges of subjectivity. Along this super-charged border dichotomies infest one another—inside/outside, human/animal, animate/inanimate, macro/micro—and desire cannibalizes all. Think Hansel and Gretel on acid, think of the horrors of cookie dough. If this unflinching and awesome collection is the shape of modern poetry, then, as Bob Hope said in his 1965 United Artists modernist classic, ‘I’ll take Sweden.’”
—Dodie Bellamy
“These poems have the scent of a lost hermetic text extracted from the oily black clay of a ruined forest. Long suppressed scenes of deliberate, feral ritual and the thrill of animal submission are herein joyfully revealed.”
—Michael Gira
posted by Johannes at 7:05 AM
5 Comments:
How did you get Mr. Swans to give a blurb!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm not sure. Prince wasn't available.
The last time I saw Angels of Light play in Atlanta, Gira made a disparaging comment about Tuscaloosa. My partner at the time and I heckled him with Roll Tides, which he didn't seem to appreciate. Amazing show, and by far the loudest I've seen where all the members were sitting down.
Ultimately though, the Cathy Wagner blurb is more impressive. I might have to check this out as long as it doesn't contain any disabled texts.
Jim,
All texts are being disabled.
J
I get it.
But everything is speeds and slownesses right?
If only my credit card bills and student loan notices were being disabled just a little faster. Maybe I need to get on disability while it's still functional.
At any rate, I look forward to reading this. I've had a phantasmagoric relationship with deer since I was really young.
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