Toward the Rising Sun
- Publisher
- Ekstasis Editions
- Initial publish date
- Oct 2016
- Category
- Canadian
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Paperback / softback
- ISBN
- 9781771711807
- Publish Date
- Oct 2016
- List Price
- $24.95
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Description
Toward the Rising Sun covers more than fifteen years of poetic writing by Robert Giroux. Included in this collection are Voice Gymnastics (2001), Toward the Rising Sun (2002), And Yet (2010), and Standing on Objects (2014). Giroux deliberately flirts with narrative prose, toys with sentence rhythms and breaks, and adheres to poetic syntax and voice. This attraction for story-telling and discourse is Robert Giroux’s response to Stéphane Mallarmé’s verse crisis.
About the authors
Antonio D'Alfonso was born in Montreal. He studied at Loyola College from 1970 to 1975, where he got his B.A. in Communication Arts. Later on he went to Université de Montréal to complete his Master's Science Degree in Communication Studies, specializing in Semiology; his thesis was on Mouchette, a film by Robert Bresson. In 1978 he founded Guernica Editions, where he edited over 450 books by authors from around the world. In 1982 along with three other writers, he founds the trilingual magazine, Vice Versa. In 1986, along with three other writers, he founded the Association of Italian-Canadian writers. He has taught at Université of Montréal, Continuing Studies at University of Toronto, University of Californa, in San Diego. He is presently a writer in residence at McGill University (French language and literature department).
Excerpt: Toward the Rising Sun (by (author) Robert Giroux; translated by Antonio D'Alfonso)
THE NEED TO LEAVE
Orchestrate the departure, pull out the sails
for the unbelievable for what has not yet been seen
it’s already tomorrow
this sand is fresh on which it’s so easy to go astray
the rainfall is cold with crippling noises
midnight sounds under the heels of women
midnight sounds like a hollow pebble
and calls the wild and its cold machine-guns
the new couplets of the angel’s secular war
for the time being
the man pretends to be at a standstill
the secret of the undertow haunts the hour of departure
the sweet scent of your skin colour of sky
hidden garden
peopled with the silence of tenderness
