By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept

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By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept is a small book with (at least my copy) a deep blue surrealist cover.

This review will only be short, as there's not much else I can say about this, but at times I did find the prose a litle difficult to follow - this is a book that does require full concentration, and demands to be read in one sitting, not multiple ones like I did.Pushing the boundaries of what we now refer to as auto-fiction or creative non-fiction, or art writing, Smart placed herself at the centre of her poetry, using her own life as the raw material with which to express her poetic voice. This edition also contains The Assumption of Rogues and Rascals, written in 1978, which contains vignettes of what it was like living in England post World War II, but that doesn't carry the heat of Grand Central. I see, measuring the time, regarding equably the appearance, but I am as detached as the statistician is when he lists his thousands dead.

We don’t share your credit card details with third-party sellers, and we don’t sell your information to others. By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept is a prose poem that details the narrator's affair with a married man, and her emotions relating to her situation. Despite taking place during the war, By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept has surprisingly little to do with the political spheres of the world at large, giving it a timelessness when read outside of its linear context, but arguably a tone-deafness when read within. What hand of fate placed this book in my path after I'd finished a long series of Muriel Spark books I do not know.Barker meanwhile had dabbled in a variety of odd jobs before pursuing writing, but by his early 20s found himself feted by TS Eliot and published by Faber and Faber. Allí, un día, como por azar, entró en una librería y compró un libro de poesía de George Barker, y se enamoró no sólo de los poemas sino también del escritor. i have to keep the two-stars for that is how i felt when i really read it, but might i suggest reading this when you are in the throes of some sort of emotional tidal wave? Not God, but bats and a spider who is weaving my guilt, keep the rendezvous with me, and shame copulates with every September housefly. I can’t take it, so I lie on the hotel bed dissolving into chemicals whose adventure will pursue time to her extinguishment, without the slightest influence from these few years when I held them together in human passion.

Brigid Brophy described the novel as "one of the half-dozen masterpieces of poetic prose in the world".From the little I've read elsewhere, it sounds like his former fame had much to do with personal charisma, which meant it waned after his death in old age. While he basked in the glow of being a celebrated yet penniless young poet, Smart's career sat in the shadows, as she took a job in advertising to support their children.