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A New York Times 100 Notable Book and longlisted for the Warwick Writing Prize, Lisa Robertson's Magenta Soul Whip collects occasional works written over the past fifteen years, turning vestige into architecture, chagrin into resplendence. In them, we recognize our grand, saddened century.
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PoesĂa canadienseAbout 1836
(an essay on boredom)
I met a dog who collected doubt
until doubt offered a repose.
I met a dog who displayed as love
a surplus of inactivity.
A surplus of inactivity.
I asked the dog
what I should do about believing.
âNothingâ he replied.
He was the dog of Latinity
and non-knowledge.
Tacit dog I said
tell me about boredom.
The dog replied:
âAt the edges of the villages of Europe
âthere is boredom.
âThe villages of Europe
âdonât want your thinking.
âThey want
ânot a world.
âIn these villages
âone rereads the soiled timetables
âofminor trains âand finds therein
âGrace. This is called
âan environment. Now
âyou weep its surplus.
âNowhere is like that.
And the dog said
âI am going to call it hegemony when
âwaking life
âfeels like
âpurchasing water.
âOn animality Iâll claim
âI wanted to go right out over wordlessness until it became
a fabric
a fabric
âand then to lick it
âgravely.
âAt the same time I was chagrined
âand the social gadgetry hissed.
âThe outside spread without is the village, the outside
âspread within is boredom.
âWe are often mistaken about origins
â(against which we animals sleep).
âSo I became a collector of things
ââ ideas perhaps â
âsmoothing them in the privacy of my ennui
â(my studio I mean)
âas they smooth their
âwaning orchids.
âGenially I am an object.
âIn my canine memory
âthings gently combine â
âthe glitter, the champagne, the sky-blue boudoirs
âdistributed across a surface
âthey would change but nothing would change
âever ever ever.
âTime had no measure
âother than enjoyment and boredom.
âSimple bodies in combinations made types â
âone suffocating, one airy, one narcotic:
âthere was an illegible relation to materiality
âand this was mistaken for orthodoxy
âbut the orthodoxy did not replace the transcendent.
âIn its radical Ćther
âflew
âsome dandiacal cravat.
âOne must withdraw for a long time to arrive at the minimum
âat the cosmological minimum.
âIt takes an inhuman patience
âto make the erotic into itself.â
âBy cosmology I mean
âout in the shadows, out at the edge of the parking lot, just beyond
âthe signage, and beyond the erotic even
âoneâs relationship to utopia is elegiacal.
âTime there is other time.
âForget the nostalgia for singularity. The
âdismantling of hegemony begins with boredom.
âIf just a single one of the new sciences
âhad been sacrificed to the livid boulevards
â(one of which extends from the era of Greek philosophy
âto the advent of Christianity)
âand the boulevard itself a mobile village â
âand so it is with our own past:
âLate Autumn
âLow Latin
âthe history of the use of boredom
âremains latent.
âOneâs strategies â how should I put this â
âused up knowing.
âI wanted to feel discourse on my pelt
âbut all I could see was theologyâs iced hips
âcontra the use of the present.
âNot will they welcome
âthe concept, not
âthe concept ... (that being what one usefully does against
loneliness).
loneliness).
âWhereas we in the villages, we must share our nightingales.
âSomebody brackets their body and somebody
âdoesnât bracket their body.
âEach thing changes into a bare unit of wit
âwhich offers a repose at best.
âExcellent the applause excellent the moneyâs
âboat-like gliding
âcoming into peregrination
âto the point where all of the furnishing and utensils
âlove one out of despair
âor lie
âwith a filthy laugh.
âSoon there will be only society
âand caricature. Monsieur, I am frightened.
âMy friends die.
âAs for the river
âthe light was the light. The surface
âimperceptible.
âSuicides and stories became trees.
âWas one for the event? Or on the wrong bridge?
âWe do not pray. The brooder is thinking.
âThe famed impossibility of repetition
âplaces itself in relation to
âthe mercantile, hygienic and military class
âwhere those purchasers are honoured.
âTwo elements accost one:
âboth doors remain closed.
âThe historian captures above all a document
âas if his eye loves.
âExperiments along these lines
âhaving a degree of luxury sufficient
âto a certain stage of myth
ââ as in a letter to oneâs mother â
âelegantly dressed and rifle in hand
â(rifle not-yet-conscious) ...
âAnd what does fashion determine?
âFashion determines empathy.
âWhen one speaks to flowers for example
âit is an empathy one seeks and offers
âas when you offer thinking to a lily
âand it to you. But now we take a more humble view â
âsome elements of divinity are simulacra
...