Self, Sign, and SymbolMark Neuman, Michael Payne Bucknell University Press, 1987 - 177 pages These essays wrestle with a number of postformalist questions and are ordered so as to present a new argument for the self-sufficiency of the text. Collectively they suggest that recovery of interest in the meaning of texts and the exchange between writer and reader may become the next new criticism. |
Table des matières
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Coleridges Scientific and Philosophic Insights | 45 |
Scrutinizing the Discourse of History | 72 |
The Wings of the Dove and In a Balcony | 95 |
Eliot Burglary and Musical Order | 117 |
The Dynamics of Vision in William Carlos Williams and Charles Sheeler | 130 |
A Metacommentary on Roland Barthess Empire of Signs | 144 |
The Visible Object | 168 |
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aesthetic allegory American Ancient Mariner Apollo Apollonian artist Balcony Barthes's Empire Braque Braque's Browning Browning's character Charles Sheeler closure Coleridge Coleridge's concept Constance Constance's criticism deconstructive Densher Dionysus dramatic dream Edited Eliot Empire of Signs Endicott essay fiction figure Francis Ponge Freud geisha Georges Braque gloss haiku Hawthorne Hawthorne's human Ibid imagination interpretation James James's Japan Japanese culture Kate Kate's Lacan language literary Literature loco-focos meaning Michael Riffaterre Milly Milly's narrative Nathaniel Hawthorne nature Nietzsche Nietzsche's Norbert object observation original painter painting pattern philosophy play poem poet poet's poetic poetry political Ponge Ponge's psychoanalysis psychohistory Puritan reader reading reality reference Review rhetorical Riffaterre Rime Roland Barthes Salem satori semiology semiotic sense Sheeler signified silence social story structuralist structure symbolic tale theatricality theory things tion trans truth Twice-told Tales under-pattern University Press Upham vision William Carlos Williams Williams's words writing York
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Page 55 - In his loneliness and fixedness he yearneth towards the journeying Moon, and the stars that still sojourn, yet still move onward; and everywhere the blue sky belongs to them, and Is their appointed rest, and their native country and their own natural homes, which they enter unannounced, as lords that are certainly expected and yet there Is a silent Joy at their arrival.
Page 52 - For from my early reading of fairy tales and genii, etc., etc., my mind had been habituated to the Vast, and I never regarded my senses in any way as the criteria of my belief. I regulated all my creeds by my conceptions, not by my sight, even at that age.
Page 117 - meaning" of a poem, in the ordinary sense, may be ... to satisfy one habit of the reader, to keep his mind diverted and quiet, while the poem does its work upon him: much as the imaginary burglar is always provided with a bit of nice meat for the house-dog.
Page 26 - The broadening waters flowed through a mob of wooded islands; you lost your way on that river as you would in a desert, and butted all day long against shoals, trying to find the channel...
Page 165 - psychotherapy takes place in the overlap of two areas of playing, that of the patient and that of the therapist.
Page 64 - It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze— On me alone it blew.
Page 94 - I can assure you that trouble is the next best thing to enjoyment, and that there is no fate in this world so horrible as to have no share in either its joys or sorrows.
Page 64 - The Sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon — ' The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast.
Page 64 - The Sun now rose upon the right Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day, for food or play, Came to the mariners...
Page 25 - Going up that river was like travelling back to the earliest beginnings of the world, when vegetation rioted on the earth and the big trees were kings.