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uelue chose noir review å eBook or Kindle ePUB Ä ❰Reading❯ ➶ uelue chose noir Author Jacques Roubaud – In 1983 Jacues Roubaud's wife Alix Cleo died at the age of 31 of a pulmonary embolism The grief stricken author responded with one brief poem Nothing then fell silent for thirty montHings the rooms they lived in becomes a memory infinitely torturous And his most anguished recollection is of their making love These memories are the darkest of all and a sense of guilt for somehow not having prevented her death I did not save you from that difficult night This is a brave and honest book that does not disguise that pain of loss Its nobility grace and humanity rest in its refusal to falsify death's harsh presence This dirty rotten life to be mixed up with death and in its acceptance of the mind's limitations I do not understand This moving compassionate uncompromising book is one of the most significant works of our time Included in this edition is a portfolio of photographs made by Roubaud's wife in entitled If Some Thing Bla. Loss in light in the shadow on the wall in the rays of the sun that lay on the window pain Loss in the silver emulsion that turns black in its negative in the picture on the wall writing language and silence Loss in photography and in poetry

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In Jacues Roubaud's wife Alix Cleo died at the age of of a pulmonary embolism The grief stricken author responded with one brief poem Nothing then fell silent for thirty months In subseuent years Roubaud poet novelist mathematician composed a series of prose poems a collection that is a profound mediation on the experience of death the devastation it brings to the lover who goes on living and the love that remains Despite the universality of this experience no other uelue chose PDFEPUBwriter has so devoted himself to exploring and recording the many edged forms of grief mourning bewilderment emptiness and loneliness that attend death No other writer has provided a kind of solace while facing with honesty and hardness the intricate ways in whic. This ten part poetry cycle was written by Oulipo legend Mr Roubaud in memory of his young wife Alix Cléo a Canadian photographer who died of an embolism aged 31 Her own book Alix's Journal also available from Dalkey is a collection of moody BW photos and compliments this volume creating a chilling portrait of death and its permanent imprints The poems here use various complex constraints and stark free verse to express the impact of loss nagging absence and the begrudging afterness Several photographs from the Journal round off the volume creating what is perhaps the most moving Oulipo production in English and a beautiful memorial to an unrealised talent

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uelue chose noirH the living are affected by such a loss Some Thing Black is an ongoing monologue from Roubaud to his wife as death assaults the mind's failure to comprehend absence Roubaud both refuses to and cannot surrender his wife to the past I always wake up in your voice your hand your smell The death having occurred in an instant of time goes on in him But inside me your death proceeds slowly incomprehensibly While acknowledging death calls for a poetry of meditation Roubaud is enraged at the limitations of language and words to affect the biological reality Rather all that language can do is clarify the exactness of his grief and to recall precisely the image of her life and death But such recollection the sight of her dead body her photographs her t.       It might come into my head to compare you to a dark body at an enormous distance nearly infinite emitting a dark light which keeps coming at me     Entering my sleep as X rays do the flesh my waking riddled like a cloudbed with intense swift radiation     It might but I won't give in to it Jacues Roubaud from Méditation de la comparaison Meditation on Comparison trans by Rosmarie WaldropI read this book as part of my ongoing project of reading books of poetry written by poets who happen to also be mathematicians See additionally my notes on Antipoems by Nicanor Parra The copy I found is translated into English by poet Rosmarie Waldrop At some point I must also get my hands on a version in the original French so that I can compare uelue chose noir Some Thing Black is just one of several books Roubaud was inspired to write by the sudden death of his wife photographer Alix Cleo Roubaud from a pulmonary embolism at age 31 While other books Roubaud wrote exploring this theme Le grand incendie de Londres La boucle Mathematiue are in prose uelue chose noir is prose poetry This means Roubaud plays with spacing capitalization he often drops the first capital letter in a sentence typography repetition and neologisms eg Waldrop's translation of Un jour de juin d'après un épithalame de Georges Perec A Day in June includes the felicitous coinage At the beginning of the nineteenheavenlies and I'm now dying to know how this phrase reads in the original FrenchAs befits a mathematician both Roubaud's thought and the language with which he expresses it are precise and also grounded in the building blocks of science vectors and cells pulse and periodicity identity and isomorphism Roubaud's language also embodies a deep understanding of his late wife's field photography indeed it's the black and white of her exposed film that gives the book's title one of its many layered meaningsRather like being a science fiction author a big part of being a mathematician consists of proposing and conducting thought experiments What if there were a ring of numbers like the integers 3 2 1 0 1 2 3 which had to obey all the rules that rings must obey except that in addition to all the integers it also included the suare root of 5 What would this ring be like Would long division be possible in it Could each of the elements in the ring be factored into prime numbers in a uniue way Et cetera Or broadly speaking What if there existed a world just like the one we live in except that this one little thing were different And if this world had to remain internally consistent What would this alternate world be like As a way to grapple with his grief and bereavement Roubaud runs several such thought experiments in these prose poems as in Une logiue A Logic which as translated by Waldrop runs as follows      The world of one who would be two not solipsism bi ipsism      In this world if it could have been thought another's thoughts would always have been thoughts of the other of the two     Thoughts of the outside in this world of ours would have been of things appearing to our alternating consciousness and only those perceptions of yours and mine which reached utopian fusion would really have existed on our twosome island     Fridge stove fading light shouts noises children not hostile clamor between us          thought          the kitchen tableHere the mathematics of 1's and 2's is used to conjure up the intimacy of married life and to make stark the widower's isolation Roman photo Photo Novel puts forth another such thought experiment this one based around the axiom The novel consists of adventures told in the time they are happening and traces the conseuences of this axiom to their movingly bleak logical conclusion      There is someone a man He has no name There is his young wife Who is dead     The novel takes place in several possible worlds In some the woman is not dead     When there is only one world left where she is dead the novel is finishedThe book consists of 9 sections each consisting of 9 prose poems each prose poem under 2 pages in length many are exactly 9 lines long followed by a single lineated poem at the end The first three sections are perhaps the most lucidly written the most accessible with subseuent sections being dense and elliptical and difficult to sieve meaning from though even there there are moments that stand out in their clarity such as the poet's wrenchingly naked admissions of his persistent sexual desire for his dead wife Yet I desire In full daylight I plunge into these conflagrations from the poem Pornography But perhaps such cool analytic judgments are not the right way to interact with this book which does not seem to be trying to be literary does not seem to be trying to be anything than a naked unedited recording of one man's coping with death