Extracting The Stone Of Madness: Poems 1962-1972 by Alejandra PizarnikExtracting The Stone Of Madness: Poems 1962-1972 by Alejandra Pizarnik

Extracting The Stone Of Madness: Poems 1962-1972

byAlejandra PizarnikTranslated byYvette Seigert

Paperback | May 17, 2016

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Revered by the likes of Octavio Paz and Roberto Bolano, Alejandra Pizarnik is still a hidden treasure in the U.S. Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962–1972 comprises all of her middle to late work, as well as a selection of posthumously published verse. Obsessed with themes of solitude, childhood, madness and death, Pizarnik explored the shifting valences of the self and the border between speech and silence. In her own words, she was drawn to "the suffering of Baudelaire, the suicide of Nerval, the premature silence of Rimbaud, the mysterious and fleeting presence of Lautréamont,” as well as to the “unparalleled intensity” of Artaud’s “physical and moral suffering.”
Alejandra Pizarnik (1936–1972) was born in Argentina and educated in Spanish and Yiddish. In addition to poetry, Pizarnik also wrote experimental works of theater and prose. She died of a deliberate drug overdose at the age of thirty-six.Yvette Siegert is a writer and translator based in New York.
Title:Extracting The Stone Of Madness: Poems 1962-1972Format:PaperbackDimensions:320 pages, 8.47 × 5.49 × 0.7 inPublished:May 17, 2016Publisher:WW NortonLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0811223965

ISBN - 13:9780811223966


Editorial Reviews

Pizarnik reveals an ecstasy in the instability of language and draws from it a mercurial, pathetic truth. — Los Angeles Review of BooksIn compressed fragments, stark monostichs, and dense prose poems, the late Argentine poet Alejandra Pizarnik’s oeuvre presents a rich inner world built from a litany of symbols. — Scout PoetryI...was blown away by the thoughtful interiority—by turns delicate and brutal—of this Argentine poet, who died of an intentional drug overdose at the age of 36. The poems in this new collection, translated by Yvette Siegert and published earlier this year, show a preoccupation with the space—not so large, but also interminably vast—between the workings of the mind and those of the natural world. — Jane Yong Kim (The Atlantic)The darkly beautiful poems of the great Argentinian writer Alejandra Pizarnik generate an immersive, Gothic atmosphere in which art is both violence and respite, contamination and antidote, hell and paradise. — The Boston Review"On the page she carves out spaces of solitude and silence in which language is reduced to its very essence..." — Matthew Phipps (The Millions)There is an aura of almost legendary prestige that surrounds the life and work of Alejandra Pizarnik — César AiraTo the allure Pizarnik has, as a figure wrapped in mystery and an inexplicable personality, must be added the fact that, word by word, she “wrote the night,” and the reader who takes an interest in her will discover that this nocturnal writing, which had a great sense of risk, was born of the purest necessity, something seen in very few 20th-century writers: an extreme lyric and a tragedy. — Enrique Vila-MatasEach of Pizarnik's poems is the cube of an enormous wheel. — Julio CortázarRead Alejandra Pizarnik's poems. They're remarkable. — The Poetry FoundationPizarnik made a huge impact on Spanish-language poetry, taking it down to its darkest depths and abandoning it there, leaving one of the most fascinating legacies in Argentine literature. — The Argentina IndependentBrilliant, taut poems. — FlavorwirePizarnik's poems flare up like deep, bright flames. — Publisher's WeeklyThis overdue bilingual edition showcases the exquisite range of her short career…Pizarnik's brilliant, otherworldy voice will resonate for generations. — BooklistTo bear down on Pizarnik’s scant lines is to find their essential rigor: nothing is brittle, nothing breaks. — Joshua Cohen (Harper's)