Francis Ponge has been called “the poet of things” because simple objects like a plant, a shell, a cigarette, a pebble, or a piece of soap are the subjects of his. The Nature of Things has ratings and 22 reviews. The Voice of Things contains a number of texts by Francis Ponge, including the complete text of Taking. A poet long unread, Ponge has come into his own since the s with admirers from Sartre to Sollers. Sartre considered him the poet of existentialism.

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Perhaps since Ponge is averse to being called a poet, we can call these observations.

The Nature of Things

From inside the book. Return to Book Page. And I do not even admire those who, like the Pharaohs, have monuments to a single man erected by a multitude.

Just a moment while we sign you in to your Goodreads account. There is I think one “traditional” poem in the book and it is about a prairie – it’s pretty good! Ponge was a true visionary of the minute little detail often overlooked. Why, as soon as we emerge over the page, In this single paragraph, so many scruples?

Read, highlight, and take notes, across web, tablet, and phone. His diction is that of like an erudite pappy, a scholarly grandpa – he’d sit you on your lap and tell you about the aesthetics of Georges Braque’s paintings. Le parti pris des choses The Nature of Things, Red Dust caught the attention of other writers and if.


On occasion night revives an unusual plant whose glow rearranging furnished rooms into masses of shadow. Sometimes then – we might also say in some places – Sometimes, our nature – I mean by that Nature on our planet And what we are each day on awaking – Sometimes, our nature has prepared us for a prairie.

It reveals his preoccupation with nature and its metaphoric transformation through the creative ambiguity of language While a long procession of Sunday strollers, without Soiling their white shoes, moves ahead Following the little stream, swollen by drowning or perdition, Why then, from the start, does it prohibit us?

From Taking the Side of Things Kate rated it it was amazing Nov 11, Want to Read Thibgs Reading Read. Prose poems about ordinary things that make them deeply interesting.

Contradictory remarks made by others seem to me just frwncis valid, or let us say for the sake of precision, neither more not less valid. Jan 25, Chuck rated it really liked it.

The Nature of Things – Francis Ponge – Google Books

Ponge’s observations written down in poetic prose is well worth attention. But burned at once, or worn out by the struggle, they all tremble on the brink of a frenzy close to stupor.

Miniscule airborne sailboat abused by the wind mistaking it for a twice-spawned petal, it gallivants around the garden. Given the disproportion between seeds and pulp, birds care little for them, since in the end so little is left once through from beak to anus. For one, it is the enthusiasm incited by the presence at his side of a magnificent be-waved stenographer for whom he would not hesitate to commit a thousand similar costly follies; for another it is the wish to display a tasteful frugality earlier he had eaten no more than a light hors-d’oeuvre combined with an attractive taste for delicacies; for some it is the way to show an aristocratic disdain for anything in the world not graced with a slight hint of magic; finally others, through the manner in which they savour it, reveal a lofty and sophisticated soul, a confirmed habit and surfeit of luxury.


Want to Read saving…. Klara rated it liked it Apr 24, Taking a tube of green and spreading it on the page Does not make a prairie.

Molded into a jersey that makes his two folds over his groin, he too, like his Y, wears his appendage on the left. Then, his body stuck in the ropes, he queries the air with his head like a worm in its mound. Thanks for telling us about the problem. On the typographical bushes constituted by the poem, along a road leading neither away from things nor to the spirit, certain fruits are formed of an agglomeration of spheres filled by a drop of ink. Kate Greene rated it it was amazing Feb 22, Because you read me, dear reader, therefore I am; because you read us my book and medear reader, therefore we are You, it and i.

Rebecca Porte lives and reads in Ann Arbor, Michigan.