Friday, February 10, 2012

The Heart In Reality.

Love Poems Red heart Erich Fried.
Without You.
Not nothing
without you
but not the same
Not nothing
without you
but perhaps less
Not nothing
but less
and less
Perhaps not nothing
without you
but not much more
When I wrote an answer to the question “Discuss your thoughts on sentimentality in literature. When is emotion in literature effective and when is it superfluous?”, I used a poem by Pablo Neruda as my main example, I could quite easily have used an example by Erich Fried. The crux of my argument was that although anything written was reliant on artifice to convince the reader of it’s veracity, it then becomes how you use it, that to make it work it must be like sleight of hand, so all you see is the magic and not some fool playing with their hands. This brings me to the poetry in this book, there is a deep yearning and desperation to his words, there’s a pain that’s more than bone-deep and yet he displays a stoicism and an optimism that comes across in the humour, this is a poetry that doesn’t scream it’s loss, it displays a subtlety and calm that makes it even more powerful.
love-poems E.R.
What It Is
It is madness
says reason
It is what it is
says love
It is unhappiness
says caution
It is nothing but pain
says fear
It has no future
says insight
It is what it is
says love
It is ridiculous
says pride
It is foolish
says caution
It is impossible
says experience
It is what it is
says love.
This poetry comes across as deeply personal, proudly wearing it’s lovers badge, and yet it doesn’t become corny, it is touching yet doesn’t become saccharine, bighearted but doesn’t simper or whine, this is a poetry that reveals it’s heart as an elemental force, natural. Whose appeal lies in it’s simplicity, humanity and in the direct honesty of it’s gaze. In this fantastic bilingual edition from Oneworld Classics, one of the twentieth centuries great poets, has been translated with an understated sagacity that allows the poetry to shine. The Translator Stuart Hood, was a long-time friend, fellow writer and colleague of whom, The Times Literary Supplement said that 'Hood’s sensitive translation accurately captures Fried’s style, his incisive, constant questioning and his refusal to shy away from any issue… an apposite introduction to the English-speaking reader of an important contemporary German poet.'  The Guardian described it as 'A poetry bared to the ironic quick, to the quintessential bone, and it is alive and alarming in Stuart Hood's excellent translations from the German.'. For those whose German language skills are of a high enough standard this is also a Bilingual Edition.
The Heart in Reality
The heart
that said:
“Don’t be afraid for me”
and is afraid for her
to whom
it said it

Erich Fried (May 1921 – November 1988),  although born in Austria, lived in England. Born to Jewish Parents in Vienna, he was a child actor and from a young age wrote strongly political essays and poetry. When his Father was murdered by the Gestapo after the Anschluss with Nazi Germany , he and his mother fled to London, where he found casual work as a librarian and in the factories, he also joined a left-wing emigrant movement (Young Austria) but left in protest of it’s growing Stalinist tendencies. In 1944 he married Maria Marburg, just before the birth of his son & also published his first book of poetry, the marriage didn’t last long as they had separated by 1946, at which time he was working for the BBC’s German Service, where he met his soon to be life-long friend and the translator of this book (Love Poems) Stuart Hood. in 1952 he divorced his first wife and married Nan Spence Eichner, with whom he had two children; David (1958) and Katherine (1961). Erich and Nan divorced in 1965. In 1965 he got married for a third time to Catherine Boswell with whom he had three children; Petra (1965), Klaus and Tom (1969).
In the Post-war Years, although he lived in England, his reputation as a poet, writer and translator grew in German  and his native Austria. His oeuvre also included radio plays, a novel, short prose pieces and works of criticism, add to these a libretto and his translations of T.S. Elliot, Shakespeare, E.E. Cummings and Dylan Thomas.  In 1982 he regained his Austrian nationality, retaining the British  one he has adopted in 1949. He died in 1988 of cancer whilst in Baden-Baden, Germany, and is buried in  London. He was also known for his politically inspired work and was published on both sides of the iron curtain, achieving great popularity. An Austrian literary prize is named after him - the Erich Fried Prize.

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Bellezza said...

I love what I see as a lack of gushy sentimentality in these poems. When talking about love, at least the passionate kind, perhaps it is best summed up as "it is what it is, says Love." There's not much explaining it...

"Love is not love which alters, when it alteration finds." ~Shakespeare Sonnet 116

gina said...

Love boiled down to its essence. Very nice.

stujallen said...

sparce beauty in these poems ,all the best stu

@parridhlantern said...

Hi Bellezza, in total agreement & loving the fact your quoting poetry back at me, Thanks.

Hi Gina, good comment thanks.

Hi Stu,It's that elemental quality that I love in these poems.

Rise said...

With the "idea of love", perhaps less is more?

@parridhlantern said...

Hello Rise, I think so, one of my favourite poems demonstrates this.

WHEN SHE wakes drenched from sleep
She will not ask to be saluted by the light
Nor carolled by morning’s squabbling birds,
Nor lying in his arms wish him repeat
the polite conversations already heard;
She’ll not be loved by roses but by men,
She will glide free of sweet beauty’s net

And all her senses open out
to receive each sensation for herself.
If I could be that real, that open now
And not by half a light half lit
I would not gossip of what beauty is and what is not
Nor reduce love to a freak poem in the dark.

Brian Patten