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Hart Crane - The Broken Tower

The bell-rope that gathers God at dawn

Dispatches me as though I dropped down the knell
Of a spent day - to wander the cathedral lawn
From pit to crucifix, feet chill on steps from hell.

 

Have you not heard, have you not seen that corps
Of shadows in the tower, whose shoulders sway
Antiphonal carillons launched before
The stars are caught and hived in the sun's ray?

 

The bells, I say, the bells break down their tower;
And swing I know not where. Their tongues engrave
Membrane through marrow, my long-scattered score
Of broken intervals... And I, their sexton slave!

 

Oval encyclicals in canyons heaping
The impasse high with choir. Banked voices slain!
Pagodas campaniles with reveilles out leaping-
O terraced echoes prostrate on the plain!...

 

And so it was I entered the broken world
To trace the visionary company of love, its voice
An instant in the wind (I know not whither hurled)
But not for long to hold each desperate choice.

 

My world I poured. But was it cognate, scored
Of that tribunal monarch of the air
Whose thighs embronzes earth, strikes crystal Word
In wounds pledges once to hope - cleft to despair?

 

The steep encroachments of my blood left me
No answer (could blood hold such a lofty tower
As flings the question true?) -or is it she
Whose sweet mortality stirs latent power?-

 

And through whose pulse I hear, counting the strokes
My veins recall and add, revived and sure
The angelus of wars my chest evokes:
What I hold healed, original now, and pure...

 

And builds, within, a tower that is not stone
(Not stone can jacket heaven) - but slip
Of pebbles, - visible wings of silence sown
In azure circles, widening as they dip

 

The matrix of the heart, lift down the eyes
That shrines the quiet lake and swells a tower...
The commodious, tall decorum of that sky
Unseals her earth, and lifts love in its shower.

 

(tomei a liberdade de assinalar a minha estrofe favorita)

James Franco e os poetas.

James Franco é um actor irregular, uma pessoa irregular, eu diria, do que já vi em entrevistas dele. Instável talvez seja uma palavra melhor. Continuo a a achar que fica melhor em filmes mais indie do que em grandes produções, mas isso sou eu.

O Harold Bloomhref>, na conferência que deu na New York Public Library mencionou alguns dos seus poetas anglófonos favoritos do século XX: Walt Whitman, claro e depois alguns (para mim) ilustres desconhecidos. Confesso a minha ignorância perante os nomes Anne Carson, Henri Cole ou Hart Crane, entretanto já resolvida.

Passados uns dias, descobri que além do "Howl", em que James Franco desempenha o papel de Allen Ginsberg, está para estrear um "The Broken Tower" em que faz precisamente de Hart Crane. O filme é aliás escrito e realizado por ele.

Abaixo fica o trailer de "Howl" e uma conversa no Boston College entre Franco e Paul Mariani, autor da biografia em que é baseado o argumento.