My Life. Lyn Hejinian. Recognized today as one of the great works of contemporary. American literature, My Life is at once a poetic autobiogra- phy, a personal. My Life has ratings and 62 reviews. Michael said: A work of slow art, as well as one of the few collections of Language poetry that has aged well. Note: This is the sixth section of My Life, “marking” Lyn Hejinian’s sixth year, It appears on pp. of the Sun & Moon edition (). An overview of.

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Sep 01, Christine rated it it was amazing Recommends it for: At just over pages one could call this a short book, and yet the density of Hejinian’s prose defies that characterization. The family had little money but plenty of food. The egg of Columbus, landscape and grammar.

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Three Poems Keith S. Not easy, but a stunner. A person is a bit of space that has gotten itself in moments. He was taking a drink of water and the light was growing dim. Rewriting Poland Marta Figlerowicz. Born in in Oakland, California, where Gertrude Stein had grown up fifty years earlier, Lyn Hejinian is a poet, essaysist, translator, and publisher who currently lives and teaches in Berkeley, California.

Feb 07, Michael Farrell rated it it was amazing. Pretty is as pretty does. The fear of ‘losing’ ideas objectifies knowledge.


However, I must say that this is a book that will stay with me forever. Each sentence is a dissertation. I am a ‘first-time caller’ to Hejinian as is said on talk-back radio and find her writing fascinating, almost spell-binding.

Many of the sentences appear as windows into a life, while others act as brief aphorisms on the making of the book itself. She could only give a little shrug. A beautiful autobiographical prose-poem, and, like any life, a continuous work in progress and revision. At the circus only the elephants were greater than anything I could have imagined. No trivia or quizzes yet.

The revised edition which I read was written when she was 45, and contains 45 chapters of 45 sentences each. Academy of American Poets Educator Newsletter.

Ode to Failure Stacy Szymaszek. If you like what you read here, help us keep it free for everyone by making a donation. Jun 30, Heather rated it it was amazing Shelves: It’s a genuine work of art. I can’t believe this predates ‘The Guard.

Microreview: Lyn Hejinian, My Life and My Life in the Nineties

Sorry, Not Sorry Boots Riley’s new film roasts racial I often think confusion and consequent concerted attention to Hejinian is a great way to approach her writing. All that is nearly incommunicable to my friends.

Everything on the boardwalk was shooting toward the sky. These creatures are compound and nothing they do should surprise us.

Apr 08, Bunnyhoopla rated it it was amazing Shelves: We are committed to staying free for all our readers. My mother stood at the window watching the only lights that were visible, circling over the darkened lun in search of the hidden airport. Sometimes they even speak to the nature of the work itself.


Five Poems Jenny Grassl. You will be helping us cultivate a public sphere that honors pluralism of thought for a diverse and discerning public. Thought provoking, inspiring, and a resource of meditation.

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I love the representations of revisionary memory and the idea of life as a continual work in progress. The pilot of the little airplane had forgotten to notify the airport of his approach, so that when hejlnian lights nejinian the plane in the night were first spotted, the air raid sirens went off, and the entire city on that coast went dark. I had to read this book for a poetry class; at first it struck me as nonsensical and too unique for its own good.

So if I can say anything to anyone before they decide to pick up this poem, do a little research first. It feels like a stream-of-consciousness Woolfian-Kundera daydream.

Built on the Johns Hopkins University Campus. Were we seeing a pattern or merely an appearance of small white sailboats on the bay, floating at such a lhn from the hill that they appeared to be making no progress.