Ironica (Classic Reprint) - Tapa blanda

Evans, Donald

 
9781331674009: Ironica (Classic Reprint)

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Poetry that probes art, aging, and the cost of fame Delicate, often piercing verses consider the life of a performer who obsesses over craft, memory, and the price of success. Ironica weaves between dreamlike images and stark, legible scenes, offering a stark portrait of a world where art can both sustain and exhaust the heart.

The collection moves through stage lore, personal sacrifice, and the stubborn pull of creative identity. It examines desire, loneliness, and resilience with a precise, sometimes musical cadence that lingers after each page.

- Intimate meditations on performance, ambition, and the passing of time
- Vivid, cinematic scenes that feel like a backstage glimpse into a dramatic life
- Juxtaposition of joy, loss, and the search for meaning in art
- Clear, accessible language that invites thoughtful reflection

Ideal for readers who enjoy lyric explorations of fame, memory, and the human cost of artistic life.

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After a Two-hour Dinner: p. 44 Without Benefit of Surgery: p. 45 Nature 's Cowardice: p. 47 Philosopher's Stone: p. 48.

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Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com

This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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At The Bar

New York was waking to another dawn;
The morn was May; a silence lay like snow
Outside the door at Jack's, where revelry
Had gone to sleep, with a last taxicab
Moored in a battered patience at the curb.
Two figures, garbed in night's suave black and white,
Made through the door, and drank the virgin air
As an old wine after a long parched thirst,
Spent among phantom bottles with no necks.
Both men were young, the younger with the green
Nimbus of youth, poised for brave enterprise. -
"Let's get to bed," yawned from the older one.
"Cambridge would frown to see her trusted sons
Go lurching home, two ghosts of last night's dance.' -
Sixth Avenue gave them its unthronged way,
And with a glittering stride they headed north.
At the first crossing Something stopped them short -
A Thing of rags and sores and evil smells,
Undried stale tears and slobbering torn mouth -
A derelict far too decayed to die -
Rose from the pave and hung there asking alms.
There was no path to pass him for the pair,

About the Publisher

Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com

This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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