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“To
write is to search through the ruins of the burned for the arm bone
that matches the leg bone. Miserable mixture, I restore, I reconstruct,
I walk like this on the perimeter of death.” (Pizarnik,
Alejandra. Extractions of the Stone Folly)
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"Pizarnik
struggles constantly to resolve the seemingly anthetical relation
of living and writing, both by persuing the metaphor that turns the
poem into flesh and by attempting to lead her life itself as a poem.” |
Alejandra Pizarnik
| “She
was not born to unite with others, but to haunt herself. Like a bat
she kept to the castle where by birth right, her power was unlimited,
black, dark, thinking of nothing except lolling slowly and watching
the blood flow, continuously.” (Penrose,
Valentine. The Bloody Countess, 161) “Erzebet returned again and again to that bottomless realm in which one is forever king in one’s own fantasy.” (Penrose, Valentine. The Bloody Countess, 93) “Red poker in hand, Dorko sets on the prisoner who, as she moves backward-here’s the catch- sticks herself with the sharp steel, as her blood flows over the pale woman who receives it impassively, her eyes fixed nowhere. When she comes out of her trance she moves away slowly. There have been two metamorphoses: her white dress is now red and where there used to be a girl there is a corpse.” (Pizarnik, Alejandra. La Condesa Sanrienta, The Lethal Cage.) “The conflict between Pizarnik-as-person and Pizarnik-as-author is of thematic prevalence in ALejandra Pizarnik’s obra, particularly in the configuration “living versus writing” and its varatiation (seeing versus saying, doing or acting versus naming, etc). Pizarnik struggles constantly to resolve the seemingly anthetical relation of living and writing, both by persuing the metaphor that turns the poem into flesh and by attempting to lead her life itself as a poem.” (Graziano, Frank. Pizarnik: A Profile, 11) A DREAM WHERE SILENCE IS MADE OF GOLD “The dog of winter winks its teeth into my smile. It was on the bridge. I was naked and wearing a hat with flowers, I was drag- ging my corpse, also naked, its hat made of dry leaves. I have had many loves, I said, but the most beautiful was my love of mirrors.” (Pizarnik, Alejandra. Pizarnik: A Profile, 56) |
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