War Music: An Account of Homer's Iliad
A impressive hybrid of translation, edition, and invention
Picture the east Aegean sea by means of night,
And on a seashore aslant its shimmering
Upwards of 50,000 men
Asleep like spoons beside their deadly Fleet.
“Your existence at each quick up for― / long past. / And, candidly, who offers a toss? / Your center beats powerful. Your spirit grips,” writes Christopher Logue in his unique model of Homer’s Iliad, the uncanny “translation of translations” that received ecstatic and unheard of acclaim as “the most sensible translation of Homer considering Pope’s” (The ny overview of Books).
Logue’s account of Homer’s Iliad is an intensive reimagining and reconfiguration of Homer’s story of battle, human folly, and the ability of the gods in language and verse that's emphatically glossy and “possessed of a truly negative good looks” (Slate). sickness avoided him from bringing his model of the Iliad to final touch, yet adequate survives in notebooks and letters to gather a compilation that comes with the formerly released volumes War Music, Kings, The Husbands, All Day everlasting Red, and Cold Calls, in addition to formerly unpublished fabric, in a single ultimate illuminating quantity prepared by way of his good friend and fellow poet Christopher Reid. the end result, War Music, comes as close to as attainable to representing the poet’s entire imaginative and prescient and confirms what his admirers have lengthy recognized: that “Logue’s Homer is probably going to undergo as one of many nice lengthy poems of the 20th century” (The occasions Literary Supplement).
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provided greater than due, King Agamemnon wouldn't supply Apollo’s priest His soft-topped-eyed and squashed-mouth daughter again. Nor will they boil away until eventually Lord Agamemnon, dueless now, Resigns that daughter to her father’s inventory With those winged phrases: “Resume your baby in Heaven’s identify, and will the excessive smoke from the sacrifice Of this decade of snowy sheep Propitiate the Lord of Mice and Light.”’ Low ceiling. Sticky air. Many draw breath As Agamemnon, pink with rage, yells:.
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