Reviews for End to torment

The average rating for End to torment based on 2 reviews is 3.5 stars.

Review # 1 was written on 2021-01-14 00:00:00 Joerg Laubrinus No, my poetry was not dead but it was built on or around the crater of an extinct volcano. The vines grow more abundantly on these abandoned slopes. There isn't a fixed perspective in this memoir. Matters appear to float into view in an almost tracking manner and the poet parses her own memory, often jostled by the annoying questions of others. She shelters and memories tumble, images are akimbo but resonate. While this being prompted Ezra Pound was preparing for his release from St Elizabeth's. He was headed back to Italy. It isn't with envy or regret but Doolittle remembers amorous fumbling in an arm chair, clumsy dancing and the cache of books Pound brought her. Phrases linger, even as the focus goes haltingly to the secondary literature which had enveloped Pound even before the final acts. Guy Davenport and Hugh Kenner appear on stage, like a really nerdy Stoppard play. I loved that part. The book concludes with a reprint of the poems Pound wrote for HD. They are youthful but steely, built to last despite haze of infatuation.

Review # 2 was written on 2017-06-09 00:00:00 Chrystal Thurman I am frozen in this moment.[…] This moment must wait 50 years for the right word. Perhaps he had said it; perhaps in the frost of our mingled breath, the word was written. […] One would dance with him for what he might say. * The perfection of the fiery moment can not be sustained — or can it? * I don’t pretend to understand. We have gone through some Hell together, separately. * It is not easy to readjust, for it is only in retrospect that we dare face the enormity of the situation.