#edwin honig

[emmykent]

[poetriarcado]

“Eve of an Evening” by Hugo Leckey, from A Set for Edwin Honig

[gravity-rainbow]

Fernando Pessoa (translated by Edwin Honig & Susan M. Brown

[garadinervi]

«Burning Deck», No. 1, Edited by James Camp, D. C. Hope, Bernard [Keith] Waldrop, Burning Deck, Ann Arbor, MI, Fall 1962 (pdf here). Contributions by Dallas Wiebe, Robert Creeley, Richard Emil Braun, Martin Lieberman, Theodore Holmes, Anne Stevenson, Edwin Honig, Robert Duncan, Dorothy Donnelly, Bert Meyers, Christopher Middleton, Louis Zukofsky

[montair]

I say hello

to myself

and to break

the terror

of nonexistence

I restore my self

to existence whatever

the consequence

Edwin Honig, from To Infinite Eternity, c.1950s

[ineedtoreadmorepoetry]

Odyssey by Edwin Honig

Over the trading world I sang songs of chalk and sand songs of the diamond hand. Down the thigh of day up the arm of night rubbing my chest of clay pulling the moon-belt tight. Over the fading world I sprang.

Under the dog-licked stones I ran my eyes were dancing worms my hair the dreaming ferns. The chlorophyl of love afire I stuffed my heart with coal. When green blood pressed up higher grown heads began to roll.  Under the bone-picked hill I stand.

Close to the seas’ red bowels I lie hard as a land-locked crab watching the sun thief rob a wave of fault-lit eyes. My infant world is burst!-- the sea jumps up and cries-- a blind man spits his curse. Close as the howling age runs by.

Into the rock’s gray lung I crawl moved by glacial feet tuned to a mirror’s beat. Lugging crustacean lips I form the millennial kiss. Outside I hear white ships bloodying the old world’s dress. Into the clock’s last tick I fall.

[robertsmithsonlibraryandbookclub]

Untitled Project: Robert Smithson Library & Book Club [Honig, Edwin, Dark Conceit: The Making of Allegory, 1966] Oil paint on carved wood, 2017

[louisegluck]

Fernando Pessoa, tr. by Edwin Honig and Susan M. Brown, from “If they want me to be a mystic, fine. I’m a mystic.”

[weltenwellen]

Fernando Pessoa,  tr. and ed. by Edwin Honig and Susan M. Brown, from “Recalling who I was, I see somebody else”, Poems of Fernando Pessoa

[unbecoming-kiley]

Fernando Pessoa, tr. by Edwin Honig and Susan M. Brown, from “If they want me to be a mystic, fine. I’m a mystic.”

[zahut]

“Fly, bird, fly away; teach me to disappear!”

— Fernando Pessoa, from “The Keeper Of Sheep” in Pessoa: Poems of Fernando (trans. Edwin Honig and Susan M. Brown)

[contre-qui]

Hi🌿 I hope you are doing well!!

For the dark academia ask : stack, history and wardrobe.

Good day !!💜

Hi! I hope you're doing well, too. Have a nice day! 💜

XII - stack - how many books are you currently reading?

Four!

The Mentor Book of Major American Poets, edited by Oscar Williams and Edwin Honig

Literary Theory: A Very Short Introduction by Jonathan Culler

Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides

The Satanic Verses by Salman Rushdie

XVIX - history - oldest book you own?

(I'm pretty sure this is referring to the age of the printed book and not the date a book was written, so that's how I'm answering this.)

The oldest one that I can confirm is a collection of e.e. cummings poetry from 1959 that my grandmother gave me, but I have a very old copy of Swiss Family Robinson that's actually missing its publication pages so I can't confirm how old it is. Visually, it looks much older than the poetry, but the poetry is in very good condition so it's hard to say.

XVX - wardrobe - favourite piece of clothing and/or favourite accessory?

I have this midi-length white skirt with blue florals on it that just makes me so happy. It's got volume without being giant, it has pockets, and it's very comfortable and swishy to wear.

Dark Academia Asks

[poetriarcado]

“On a Line from Lorca” by Hugo Leckey (drawing by Hugh Townley), from A Set for Edwin Honig

[adrasteiax]

Within me, simply emptiness, desert, nocturnal sea.

Fernando Pessoa, from Maritime Ode in “Pessoa: Poems Of Fernando” [translated and edited by Edwin Honig and Susan M. Brown]

[woundgallery]

Fernando Pessoa from Poems of Fernando Pessoa translated by Edwin Honig and Susan M. Brown 

[ineedtoreadmorepoetry]

As a Great Prince by Edwin Honig

     As a great prince after the hunt comes Stomping through the antlered spear-hung hall Of his over-nourished leisure, flopping his weight      Of rich self-certitude to dream in thick      Bearskin the teasing horror of a beast Outstaring axe-blows, questioning the onslaught, In immortal posture gazing and uncaught,

     So we inhabit a drowsy movie dark, Amid love’s trophies deliberating self-content, Moist anticipants of the overplayed crescendo      Clutching the smoking guns of pleasure,      Till suddenly blonde beast removes a robe And pulsing reel relaxes to a still Of smiling passion frozen in our death of will.