Averno: Poems [Louise Glück] on *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. Averno is a small crater lake in southern Italy, regarded by the ancient. The poet Louise Glück journeys into the underworld of Greek myth to explore LAGO D’AVERNO (Avernus in Latin) is a volcanic crater lake. Averno is Louise Glück’s eleventh collection of poetry published in by Farrar, Straus and Giroux. It was a National Book Award Finalist for Poetry that year.

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Jan 08, Bryant rated it it was amazing. Imperfect Remembrance Marta Figlerowicz.

Unlikely yellow of the witch hazel, veins of mercury that were the paths of the rivers- Then the rain again, erasing footprints in the damp earth. Aug 07, Mariel rated it it was amazing Shelves: The ego had to be called the soul.

My soul shattered with the strain of trying to belong to earth– p 19 she’s great. Susan SontagGeoffrey Gkuck. The room was quiet. But the worst part I think is the pathetic didactic: This man and I, we are suspended in the strange calm sex often induces.

And yet it felt true. To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. At times it produces something truly beautiful; the sort of poems that one things deserves the National Book Award.

Averno is a small crater lake in southern Italy, regarded by the ancient Romans as the entrance to the underworld. I’d expect this sort of thing in a run-of-the-mill memoir, not in a volume from a Pulitzer Prize-winner. Once, I could name them.


Averno by Louise Glück

Without limit, though it recurs. Keep trying ggluck understand why it has such a vulnerable authority, like someone wielding a dagger then using it to offer you a piece of fruit. From quantum physics to the anti-rationalism of Merve EmreDeborah Chasman. I spread my jacket in the damp sand, the dog curled up beside me. But at the right time – it had to be the right time. No Collision Bonnie Honig. And it comes to be as something I feel I must read, it comes averjo waves of desire and ignorance.

Microreview: Louise Glück, Averno

Aug 06, Greta rated it really liked it Shelves: Paperback79 pages. We are committed to staying free for all our readers.

As one takes in an enemy, through these windows one takes in the world: Prism Louise Gluck 1. What Averno provides is not a map to a point of arrival or departure, but a diagram of where we are, the harrowing, enduring present. Averno is an extended lamentation, its long, restless poems no less spellbinding for being without conventional resoltution or consolation, no less ravishing for being aferno, grief-stricken.

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Microreview: Louise Glück, Averno | Boston Review

It was also a roadsign, a warning. A man’s voice, then a woman’s voice. A descent into the underworld or into winter which are the same things following glucj girl, a goddess or a dead soul which are the same things or not at all the same things, but different things existing, as they do in the best poetry, on overlapping planes of existence. A voice poised between challenge and cowering, distance and closeness, indifference and intimacy. Jan 07, Lis rated it it was amazing Shelves: This seems a subversion as well.


To quote from “Prism” again: This disorientation feels somehow purposeful, as though we, like Persephone, despite Zeus’ promise to allow her to “forget” her passage, half-remember the place between extremes.

The tethered boats rising and falling. I’m not used to reviewing poetry, but I think if reading a line makes you stop and think about it for oouise while, then the writer did what they wanted you to.

Programming My Child David Auerbach. This is a collection I will reread many times over. Open Preview See a Problem? The action took place in the body. So when I talk about this collection of poetry I cannot pretend that I have much to say which is deserving of your attention.