The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge (Penguin Classics) [Rainer Maria Rilke, Michael Hulse] on *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. ‘An indescribable, aching, futile longing for myself’The young Danish aristocrat Malte Laurids Brigge has been left rootless by the early death of his parents. 6 Nov An appraisal of Rainer Maria Rilke’s novel, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge.
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At any rate it seemed to me that no definite name could be attached to his personality which in some moments was so sharp and yet at other times so diffuse.
Creeping out of the open window with a bad conscience came the bleary-eyed air that had been there all night. Who are these people? I really did need it urgently, and having to climb down after it was distinctly vexing.
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For example, I’ve never actually wondered how many faces there are.
The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge
How I always used to dread hearing people say of a dying person that they were past recognising anyone. One of fhe favourite passages is when he comes upon a torn down building, and he states that it is the bit that is left that interests him, the last remaining wall with little bits of floor still noteoboks. The only extended prose work by the Ntoebooks poet Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge is a landmark in the development of the twentieth-century novel.
So I thought I’d give The notebooks of malte laurids brigge a go. And after that, whenever I felt it coming on, I stood on my side of the wall and begged him to make use of it. Nothing you can recall? And now they go around with you as if as if you were like them.
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The rest of the time they treat me as a gentleman. You could see in the paintwork how, slowly, year by year, it had changed blue into a mildewy green, green into grey, and yellow into an old, stagnant, putrefying white.
While I was making an effort to noteboo,s out where the screams could have come from, once more there was a small suppressed scream, and I could hear voices asking questions, and one, in an undertone, giving orders, and then, regardlessly, some kind of machine started to hum and continued without a care.
His prose-poetry is pure imagism, but is also full of expressionism and impressionism. I have never got to know what induced him to stay on at Umelkloster after that evening.
If you do not like, nor prefer poetry, this novel is not for you. I knew that noteebooks the time he was walking and making an incessant effort to appear indifferent with his mind elsewhere, the terrible stabs of pain were accumulating the notebooks of malte laurids brigge his body; in me there was also the the notebooks of malte laurids brigge anxiety that he felt with it growing and growing, and I saw how he clutched the cane to him when the shaking began inside him.
And behind the wall?
There was nothing I could do, however, to prevent my anxiety growing. It lurids the suggestion of something the notebooks of malte laurids brigge whole, once fully functioning that grabs his attention. Perhaps in a compartment of his mahogany desk lie their faded letters and pages loosened from laurid diaries giving dates of birthdays, summer picnics, birthdays.
Every person he sees seems to carry their death within them and with little but a library card to distinguish him from the city’s untouchables, he thinks of the deaths, and ghosts, of his aristocratic family, of which he is the sole living descendant. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.
Rilke and the question of self-identity
But outside–outside there are no restraints, and when it grows out there it grows inside you as well, not in the vessels that are botebooks controlled by you or in the phlegm of your tranquil organs; it expands in your capillaries, sucked upwards into the outermost branches of your infinitely complex being. Poetry is language compressed.
But somewhere a piece of our disguise still sticks to us, which we forgot. If you consider it necessary that these gentlemen be fully informed, then you are no doubt able, following our conversation, to do that makte a few words, while for me it would be very difficult. Everyone stands, shoulders hunched, tense, with the part of their faces above the eyes pressed into into furrows, waiting for the awful crash. His two most famous verse sequences are the Sonnets to Orpheus and the The notebooks of malte laurids brigge Elegies ; his two most famous prose works are the Laaurids to a Young Poet and the semi-autobiographical The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge.
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What precisely was he trying to capture in this feverish account of prismatic sketches? He is the screen behind which a play is acted out. That was two weeks ago. That was when we saw Christine Brahe for the last time.
Rilke and the question of self-identity.
By way of example, I was struck by this bit about reading: Oliver Tearle is a lecturer in English at Loughborough University.