Hejinian, Lyn Cell (Sun & Moon Classics) ISBN 13: 9781557130211

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Lyn Hejinian is one of today's most esteemed and widely read poets. Her poetic autobiography, My Life, has gained an almost legendary reputation, and is taught in many university and college courses. The Cell, her latest Poetic sequence, was written over a period of her life from October 6, 1986, to January 21, 1989, a time of exploration of the relation of the self to the world, of the objective "person" to the subjective being "as private as my arm." As the title suggests, "the Cell" of this work connotes several things, some contradictory: biological life, imprisonment, closure, and circulation. But it is just the relationships and oppositions of these that Hejinian searches out in a poetry that, like her previous work, displays a magical blend of logic and contradiction, of narrative impetus stopped in its tracks by aphoristic wit.
These poems will continue to establish her as the inheritor of the rich and intense language of American writers such as Gertrude Stein and Emily Dickinson.

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All Sentences About The Sense
The Allowing Lozenge Is Not
And Your Cheeks!
Anger Is Storage, With Time's
Are You A Real Mother?
Are You Elated?
At X O'clock I Shook
Avarice Culminated In Explanation...the
A Beautiful Sea Of A
The Bone Of Communication Is
Bulk And Seeds-they Time
Can You Draw A Dog
A Cell Cannot Boast Stable
The Child Tears The Bug
Clear Listener, Kept Awake And
Clog Hours Measure, That Broad
The Cold Implodes And My
Color Could Not Heal One
The Commencement Of Meterology Is
The Crossing Is Very Soft
The Crowd Is Blowing In
Cutting Off The Horizontals-language
A Description Of Hazard, Theory
Do You Patrol? Outside The
The Dogs Responded Positively
Dreams Are Perfect-it's Illogical
The Emotions Can Be Vandalized
The Exhalation Should Or Shouldn't
Exploration Takes Extra Words
The Explorer Is Inclined To
Eyeball-to-eyeball, A Small Spot, And
Familiarization Is Not Good-it
The Fern Rooted In Ash
Firefighters-conventional Devices-passing In
For Example Saying So Is
From Under The Cape Of
The Future Will Be Visible
Government Is Dizzy Without Capitals
Hefty And Conjugal-come Over
Her Glass Balloon And On
I Cannot Separate Lucidity From
I Carry My Thoughts In
I Closed My Mind
I Get Mortally Warmed Up
I Had Never Really Felt
I Meet Myself Rarely To
I See Clouds To Do,
I Woke Myself When The
I'm Being Inappropriate Again
If Reality Is Simply That
If Yesterday Was An Old
In The Dark Sky There
In The Light Of The
Indecision
Inert Wind Through The Trees
The Isolation Which Can't Be
It Is Obstructive To Be
It Is Soft To Be
It Is The Writer's Object
It Rains Here In Winter
Jitters Occur In The Transfer
Laughing (it Being Resilient To
Lines In Meditation-or Inspection
A Love Has Its History
Love Is An Unfinished Form
Love Is The Stranded Ticking,
Love Substantiates Comedy
Many Parts Of Experience Displace
Mention Rain And Grammar Follows
My Description Is Apprehensive
My Head, It Is A
My Metonymic Body Part Stands
My Sincere Head Is Muffled
The Net Of Nerves Spread
No Anecdote Goes With This,
A Noise Of Vicissitudes, Of
O Observation!
The Object Is Itself But
On What Do The Eyes
One Thing That I Think
An Orientated Person Writing Appears
A Patch Of Psychology Between
A Person Drives, It Is
A Person Made A Virtue
The Person Thinks By Being
The Person Withholds Violence In
The Poem Is A Correct
Prove The World
The Psyche Circulates
The Rain Is Falling Over,
The Rain Split The Soil
Realism, Women, And Introspection-with
Rude Infinite Sense
A Scene Of Some Things
Seeing As If Seeing Were
Serpents To Eat Us-a
Sex Is The Jostling Of
The Shifting Drizzle Springs-there
A Situation-which Is A
Skies' Blues Break Inverted In
Solid Harbor, Thick Liquid Town,
Some Mortals Go By On
Some See Loud Apples Falling
Something Crawls Though The Window
A Sound And Its Swallow
The Stairs Are In A
Such Is That Which When
Surf, Protein, Incentives, Life After
There Are Boulders Allowed Among
There Is A Chance To
There Is A Slow And
There Is Pleasure In Producing
This Augmentation Of Infinity A
This Egg Is An Emotion
This Is My Fortress Consciousness,
This Is My Sense Of
This Is The Female Opinion
This Is Very Authoritative Rain
The Thought Can't Soak Apart
Tiredness For The Male And
To Have Or Have No
The Tree Is A Convicted
Two Body Parts Wobble And
Under Her Shirt Are Two
Unlikeit
Unorganized Octave Ashes Scattered In
The Vertebrae Crackle Down The
Viewing Isw A Complicated Bearing
Water Is To Admit That
Waters Water With Consistent Reference
We Describe A Distance On
We Don't Understand What We
We Move Roughly From Sex
We've Lived Our Years At
What Is The Use Of
When I Get Nervous I'm
When I Say Equals I
With A Wave Of Yourself
With Extraordinary Populist Ferocity (with
The Wives Are Androgynous Words
Women And Money
The Wonderful Muffledness Of The
The World Showed And It
Write Worldwide-with The Muscular
Yesterday I Saw That The
Yesterday I Saw The Sun
You Might Anticipate, To Apprehend
Your Thoughts Belong More With
-- Table of Poems from Poem Finder®
From Publishers Weekly:
Hejinian ( My Life ), one of the foremost proponents of Language poetry, here presents a dated sequence (October 1986 through January 1989). The distinctly female narrator is looking around her, recording daily events and imaginings, often with sexual undertones. As she's careful to state: "the breasts are eyes"--for both writer and reader, it is a question of looking, and "myopia is psychosomatic." The poet breaks up syntax until form becomes content, yet she works from a self-referential base, laying bare a life so disjointed that readers are left to piece it together. All the necessary fragments are supplied: "My memory equals a narrative / replacement / Breasts in place / A person in its places." Hejinian's vision is outward as well as inward, yet the external objects are those in perpetual motion: sea, sky, rain. The metaphorical implications of sight become so obvious that the first few concrete references (to paper towels, a typewriter, a cracker factory) contain a wry humor. "Postmodernism is a child's room / cluttered with toys," Hejinian writes. Clearly, this is an American answer to the French ecriture feminine , or body as text. As such, it is successful and provocative.
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  • PublisherSun & Moon Press
  • Publication date1992
  • ISBN 10 1557130213
  • ISBN 13 9781557130211
  • BindingPaperback
  • Edition number1
  • Number of pages217
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