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إليكم ما أعتقده: Eco أحد كتابي المفضلين. تعجبني مستويات القراءة المختلفة ، من المستوى المجامل (اللاتينية ، الكلمات الجديدة ، الكلمات القديمة ، المراجع التاريخية) إلى المستوى الأكثر واقعية (القصة الحقيقية ، القصة التي يحبها القراء ، القصة التي يتعامل معها القارئ من أجل التصفح مكتوب). في اسم الوردة وفي بندول Focault ، يعمل هذان المستويان بشكل جيد للغاية (خاصة في تحفة الأدب الأولى) ، ولكن هنا في جزيرة اليوم السابق للترابط بين التاريخ والحرف الأدبية يتشابك ويتشابك القارئ. قبل كل شيء ، فإن التاريخ يخيب أملك قليلاً. أعجبتني الأفكار الفلسفية والمناقشات العلمية ، لكن أين القصة؟ لا يوجد أي تشويق في اسم الوردة ولا مغامرة البندول من Focault. مع GOOGLE TRANSLATE (آسف) هنا هو ما أعتقد: Eco هي واحدة من كتّبي المفضلين. تعجبني مستويات القراءة المختلفة ، من الفخامة (اللاتينية ، الكلمات الجديدة ، الكلمات القديمة ، المراجع التاريخية) إلى أكثر ما يصل إلى الأرض (المؤامرة نفسها ، تلك التي تناشد القراء ، واحدًا يتعامل معه القارئ من تصفح كتاب). يعمل بندول "اسم الوردة و فوكو" في هذين المستويين بشكل جيد للغاية (خاصةً في تحفة الأدب الأولى) ، ولكن هنا في الجزيرة التي تسبق التعايش بين المؤامرة والجهاز الأدبي ، يتم لفّها القارئ. خصوصا قصة مخيبة للآمال بعض الشيء. أعجبتني المناقشات الفلسفية والعلمية ، لكن أين القصة؟ ليس هناك تشويق في اسم الوردة وحتى مغامرة بندول فوكو.

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Collaboration: Passion by Proxy Two poets, the well known and distinguished Gavin Geoffrey Dillard, a man in his mid- fifties, and the young and talented Eric Norris have taken the concept of Internet communication to a new - and very high - level. While most of the world focuses on communication by texting and blogging as mere conversational techniques or even ways to voice feelings and thoughts about issues that seem strangely foggy in the cloud of electronic confusion that hangs over our heads somewhere in space, there is the increasing growth of the Internet as an art form. Some critics mourn the passing of performance art as the visual and verbal aspects of Internet transmission of ideas and actions proliferate. But poets Dillard and Norris have come up with an immensely creative book of poetry that shares a relationship as it begins and builds and explodes without ever meeting each other. This has to be the pinnacle of artistic dating and development of a flirtation that results in a passion so intense that it feels palpably credible to the reader. The joy is the power of poetry of a robustly and sensuously nature. The book at times places responses gathered by each poet on opposing pages while at other times the longer poems throw this apparent stimulus/response correspondence in the form of poetry out of sync so that the voices meld or become somewhat indistinguishable as to author. But let a few pages flow and we are back into the sensual and erotic courtship that develops before our eyes: or simply take the easy path and look to the top of each page where is quietly listed 'Eric' or 'Gavin' to identify the voice. Originally separated by the space between Maui and New York the poems pull out shared interests found on Facebook, their apparent meeting place, and as the poems become less casual and more intense we hear the minds of two very bright men referencing all manner of famous writers, philosophers, historical figures, godheads and places that provide a matrix of mental masturbation from which grows a passel of highly erotically charged imaginary sequences. Their writing is dazzling; Gavin is older and seasoned in experiences and body maturity markers while Eric is younger and has more hint of discovery of the new from his physical and mental stance. The manner in which these two men create an erotic relationship purely through poetry is masterful. A brief example, a poem form Eric: No Agenda I've never asked for an agenda, dear, only you - content to follow where a moment leads: another moment, Mars, an elephant tattoo, a rabbit hutch, mosquitoes, Maui, mountains, sex, love plain and simple. Still, I must confess, each poem I composes for you, I die a bit in writing - mingling my dust with yours. There might be better ways to spend my afternoons. But not eternity. It is a joy to discover new poets, especially when they bring to their poetry concepts that seem new (though lovers have exchanged poems in the past, they were of the letter form). Gavin Geoffrey Dillard and Eric Norris take us to a new plane, showing us the infinite possibilities the current form of communication offers. This is fresh and rare and well seasoned poetry that will surprise and titillate with every reading. Grady Harp