Christina Tudor-Sideri

An Absence of Sea is officially out today. erratumpress.com/an-absence-of-… You can find an excerpt here: socratesonthebeach.com/christina-an-a… My gratitude to @AnsgarAllen, @Greg_Gerke, and to all of you.

@stagefright__ Letters to my dead, as Canetti said… Gazing at waves breaking on rocks earlier today I too thought of the cover. Lovely to then see it here.

@dreamsofbeing_ It has an appearance of a book-shaped letter, clearly a book but also of something sent addressed. Cover design is such an interesting art.

Mail this morning

@jeannemarieM3 Thank you!

@dreamsofbeing_ Thought you might like this: orionmagazine.org/article/marcia…

“she carries the blue… she carries the world”

“She combs her hair as one combs that of the dead” (Celan; tr. Joris)

“what we drink now quenches the thirst of hours, what we are now, the hours pour into time’s cup”

“One would have confused her with this very abyss…”

“Not you, not I: the forgetting—”

like poppies and memory

Night train with Ingeborg.

the most beautiful lilac trees are always in graveyards

“that I did not like to work and liked to rest near the railway embankment, sending my thoughts on travels to distant cities and countries and to the unknown sea that meets the sky somewhere close to the circle of the world. I always dreamed of seas, sand, and ships…”

Wind, rain, Ingeborg, echoes of oneself. “Sometimes people ask me how, as a child growing up in the country, I found my way to literature.—I cannot say exactly how; I only know that I started writing at an age when everybody reads Grimm’s fairy tales…”

The Poem Addressing the Reader Ingeborg Bachmann, tr. Karen R. Achberger and Karl I. Solibakke

@wjneumire Yes...

@dreamsofbeing_ I’d argue much of the opening, but the conclusion is what matters

i need a wake-me-back-up-to-what-poetry-can-do read...any thoughts?

This, published by Ingeborg Bachmann without title in April of 1955, of course reminds me of Paul Celan's 1960 The Meridian speech: "The poem is lonely. It is lonely and en route. Its author stays with it."

“On all our journeys, where have we actually been?”