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Download ☆ Letters to Yesenin By Jim Harrison – serv3.3pub.co.uk [Download] ➾ Letters to Yesenin By Jim Harrison – Serv3.3pub.co.uk The way Harrison has embedded his entire vision of our predicament implicitly in the particulars of two poetic lives his own and Yesenin's is what makes the poem not only his best but one of the best The way Harrison has embedded his entire vision of our predicament implicitly in the particulars of two poetic lives his own and Yesenin's is what makes the poem not only his best but one of the best in the past twenty five years of American writing Hayden Carruth SulfurHarrison inhabits the problems of our age as if they were beasts into which he had crawled and Letters to Yesenin is a kind of imaginative taxidermy that refuses to stay in place up on the trophy room wall but insists on walking into the dining room The American Poetry Letters to PDF \ ReviewJim Harrison's gorgeous desperate and harrowing correspondence with Sergei Yesenin a Russian poet who committed suicide after writing his final poem in his own blood is considered an American masterworkIn the early s Harrison was living in poverty on a hardscrabble farm suffering from depression and suicidal tendencies In response he began to write daily prose poem Letters to Yesenin Through this one sided correspondence Harrison unloads to this unlikely hero ranting and raving about politics drinking problems family concerns farm life and a full range of daily occurrences The rope remains ever presentYet sometime through these letters there is a significant shift Rather than feeling inextricably linked to Yesenin's inevitable path Harrison becomes furious arguing about their imagined relationship I'm beginning to doubt whether we ever would have been friendsIn the end Harrison listened to his own poems My year old daughter's red robe hangs from the doorknob shouting Stop.


10 thoughts on “Letters to Yesenin

  1. Conrad Conrad says:

    I won't apologize for liking Jim Harrison Anyone who doesn't like how much I like him can go for a stroll in an industrial metal compactor This poetry which addresses in mostly Northern Michigan collouial dialect a minor Russian Symbolist and Slavophile poet who killed himself is as skilled a piece of thinking as anything I've encountered What I like about poetry that prose doesn't do or doesn't always is that it can not to say should mirror thought closely without all the formal scaffolding without footnotes Harrison's poetry sometimes reads a bit stilted I'm still not a huge fan of After Ikkyu but Letters boils the hyperliterate gripes of a horny rural poet down to a seuence of memorable prose poems complete with all the unexpected dilatations that make it impossible to get through an actual thought without well fuck it You get rueful poems here about toothaches taxes and wanting to bring all the dead back to life If I were the phone book publisher of a small municipality I would hire Jim Harrison to work it into something funny and sad The guy is priceless Plus it's his birthday today


  2. Ken Ken says:

    Here's a uick draught Jim Harrison writes 30 letter poems to a Russian poet named Yesenin who committed suicide at age 30 in 1925 Jim is at the beginning of his writing career doing a lot of poetry writing himself is a new father and toys with the idea of suicide while writing a suicide Well at least he's on topicThis might get morbid ipso fasto but Harrison keeps it light with his constant self deprecating and often dark humor For instance let's look at letter poem #2 note they are all the same lengthI don't have any medals I feel their lackof weight on my chest Years ago I was ambitiousBut now it is clear that nothing will happenAll those poems that made me soar along a foot from the ground are not so much forgotten as neverread in the first place They rolled like moonsof lights into a puddle and were drowned Not even the puddle can be located now Yet I am encouraged by the way you hung yourself telling me that suchthing don't matter You the fabulous poet ofMother Russia But still even now school girlshold your dead heart your poems in their lapson hot August afternoons by the river while they waitfor their boyfriends to get out of work or theirlovers to return from the army their dead pets toreturn to life again To be called to supper Youhave a new life on their laps and can scent theirlavender scent the cloud of hair that fallsover you feel their feet trailing in the riveror hidden in a purse walk the Neva again Best of allyou are used badly like a bouuet of flowers to makethem shed their dresses in apartments See thosesteam pipes running along the ceiling The ropeYou see how discursive he is Very much a letter approach or what we called epistolary back when people wrote letters and didn't worry about 130 characters or whatever the hell Pirandello searches for on Twitter Other lines randomly liked from the lettersThese past weeks I have been organizing myself into my separate piecesFruit and butter She smelled like the skin of an apple The sun was hot and I felt an unbounded sickness with earthAll my books are remaindered and out of print My face in the mirror asks me who I am and says I don't know But stop the whining I am alive and a hundred thousand acres of birches around my house wave in the wind They are women standing on their heads Their leaves on the ground today are small saucers of snow from which I drink with endless thirstI was proud at four that my father called me Little Turd of MiseryThe endless bondage of wordsImagine being a dog and never knowing what you're doing You're simply doing eating garbage fawning mounting in public with terrible energy But let's not be romanticShe has green eyes and is recent from the bath If you were close enough which you'll never be you could catch her scent of lemon and the clear softness of her nape where it meets her hair She'll probably die of flu next year or marry an engineer The same things really as far as you're concernedPleasure gives And takesA good poet is only a sorcerer bored with magic who has turned his attention elsewhereBut maybe even Robert Frost or Charles Olson don't know they are dead That would include you of course It is no uantity absolute zero the air in a hole minus its airiness the vacuum from the passing bird or bullet the end of the stem where the peach was the place above the ground where the barn burned with such energy we plugged our earsYou get the idea A glimpse in the mind of a young and restless poet paying homage to a young and resting suicide Organized stream of consciousness Of a sort And worth the warm half hour against the radiator to read


  3. Daniel Daniel says:

    Horrifying and beautiful and occasionally easy to pass over without much feeling to be uick about it Upon multiple readings I'm convinced that some of the poems just reuire a little investment of horror and drunkenness from the reader to really shine and these are truly like aaagghh affecting in that state while most of the others are sufficiently drilling to breach the average contentment or if experiencing some serious fucking joy still enough to make you remember and appreciate the enticement to and struggle against oblivion many of these poems offer A couple of the best prose poems written are in here A couple others are good which is to say disappointing due to the company they keep


  4. Sarah Sarah says:

    One of the best and most beautiful books of poetry I’ve ever read


  5. Ryan Ryan says:

    This collection is included in the complete edition of Harrison's poetry The Shape of the Journey New Collected Poems that I'm reading currentlyStructured as a series of letters to the late Russian poet Sergei Yesenin who ended his life via hanging after penning a suicide notedeath poem in his own blood these communiues take the form of prose poems that cover many of Harrison's signature themesconcerns drinking sex love love poems his weight nature food the eating of food family depression death with a frankness that is by turns engaging disarming stunning hilarious and almost unbearably bleak At times the figure of Yesenin is a source of hope and inspiration friendship from beyond the grave for Harrison while at others he becomes an effigy for the writer to rage at and project upon the multi faceted feelings of displeasure that he has for himself his life and the decisions he's made In a lesser writer's hands this stuff could be pure drivel worthy of some over stimulated under sexed pimple faced teen's journal but in Harrison's it's like a cultured Bukowski with a bit in the way of real craft and rural gruffness and a bit less in the way of gutter poet Skid Row at night romanceHere's one of my favorite of the letters a pretty good example of what a lot of this stuff is like the fourth letter of the bookI am four years older than you but scarcely an unwobblingpivot It was no fun sitting around being famous was it?I'll never have to learn that lesson You find a page tornout of a book and read it feeling that here you might find the mystery of print in such phrases as summer was on theway or Gertrude regarded him somewhat uizzically YourSagane was a fraud Love poems to girls you never met livingin a country you never visited I've been everywhere to noparticular purpose And am well past love but not love poemsI wanted to fall in love on the coast of Ecuador but the girlswere itsy bitsy and showers are not prominent in that areaUnlike Killarney where I also didn't fall in love the girlshad good teeth As in the movies the Latin girls proved to bespitfires with an endemic shanker problem I didn't fall in lovein Palm Beach or Paris Or London Or Leningrad I wanted to fallin love at the ballet but my seat was too far back to see facesclearly At Sadko a pretty girl was sitting with a generaland did not exchange my glance In Normandy I fell in love buthad colitis and couldn't concentrate She had a way of not payingany attention to me that could not be misunderstood That isa year's love story Except Key West where absolutely nothinghappened with romantic overtones Now you might understand whyI drink and grow fat When I reach three hundred pounds therewill be no love problems only fat problems Then I willwrite reams of love poems And if she pats my back a cubic yardof fat will jiggle Last night I drank a hundred proof uartand looked at a photo of my sister Ten years dead Show me asingle wound on earth that love has healed I fed my dying doga pound of beef and buried her happy in the barnyard#3 snatches hope from the cusp of self obliterationI wanted to feel exalted so I picked upDr Zhivago again But the newspaper was therewith the horrors of the Olympics those dead andperpetually martyred sons of David I want to presentall Israelis with357 magnums so that they arenever to be martyred again I wanted to be exaltedso I picked up Dr Zhivago again but the TV was onwith a movie about the sufferings of convicts inthe early history of Australia But then the moviewas over and the level of the bourbon bottle was droppingand I still wanted to be exalted lying there withthe book on my chest I recalled Moscow but I couldnot place dear Yuri only you Yesenin seeing the Kremlinglitter and ripple like Asia And when drunk you appearedas some Bakst stage drawing a slain Tartar But that isall ballet And what a dance you had kicking your legs fromthe rope We all change our minds Berryman said in Minnesotahalfway down the river Villon said of the rope that my neckwill feel the weight of my ass But I wanted to feel exaltedagain and read the poems at the end of Dr Zhivago andjust barely made it Suicide Beauty takes my courageaway this cold autumn evening My year old daughter's redrobe hangs from the doorknob shouting 'Stop'This book is full of these words clearly coming from a time and place of confusion and sadness capturing the way that emotions run high and swing low when depression and alcohol are involved and the pain of the personal bleeds from the page uite often but the humor hope and sometimes horniness give it all a humanity that makes reading it invigorating rather than dispiriting


  6. Peycho Kanev Peycho Kanev says:

    3I wanted to feel exalted so I picked upDoctor Zhivago again But the newspaper was therewith the horrors of the Olympics those dead andperpetually martyred sons of David I want to presentall Israelis with357 magnums so that they arenever to be martyred again I wanted to be exaltedso I picked up Doctor Zhivago again but the TV was onwith a movie about the sufferings of convicts inthe early history of Australia But then the moviewas over and the level of the bourbon bottle was droppingand I still wanted to be exalted lying there withthe book on my chest I recalled Moscow but I couldnot place dear Yuri only you Yesenin seeing the Kremlinglitter and ripple like Asia And when drunk you appearedas some Bakst stage drawing a slain Tartar But that isall ballet And what a dance you had kicking your legs fromthe rope–We all change our minds Berryman said in Minnesotahalfway down the river Villon said of the rope that my neckwill feel the weight of my ass But I wanted to feel exaltedagain and read the poems at the end of Doctor Zhivago andjust barely made it Suicide Beauty takes my courageaway this cold autumn evening My year old daughter's redrobe hangs from the doorknob shouting Stop


  7. Brian Brian says:

    Knowing next to nothing about Harrison before reading this collection I found the poems wonderfully revealing The format of poem as correspondence with the dead suicide Yesenin was a remarkably effective vehicle for autobiography Seeming to flirt with suicide himself biography tells us this was a difficult time with too much alcohol he rejects it the wonderful third poem uoted in its entirety here on Goodreads by Peycho My year old daughter's red robe hangs from the doorknob shouting 'Stop' without condemning YeseninBut I've no right to bring you back to life We must respect your affection for the rope You knew the exact juncture in your life when the act of dangling could be made a dance


  8. Rusty Rusty says:

    I'd just like to point out that my five star review doesn't say much I love this book beyond all rationality I don't care much for Harrison's other poems except occasionally but this is the real thing


  9. Stefan Stefan says:

    A compelling one sided dialogue with the Russian poet Moving from darkness to light it is a weave of immediate reports remembered experience meditations on death and a summoning of the spirit of the Yesenin It's as moving as it is entertaining My first Jim Harrison and I can't wait to read


  10. Luna Luna says:

    A wonderfully arced collection of poems Harrison writes poetry to Yesenin ruminating on suicide and death in a way that is at times darkly funny and other times beautifully somber Some poems I liked better than others but overall thought it was wonderful


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