Issue 22 - 1992
Issue 22 - 1992
Issue 22 - 1992
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Coe Review • <strong>Issue</strong> <strong>22</strong><br />
The Titles Sequence<br />
from The Adventures of Lucky Pierre<br />
Robert Coover<br />
(Cantus.) In the darkness, softly. A whisper becoming a<br />
tone, the echo of a tone. Doleful, a soft incipient lament blowing in<br />
the night like a wind, like the echo of a wind, a plainsong wafting<br />
distantly through the windy chambers of the night, wafting<br />
unisonously through the spaced chambers of the bitter night, alas,<br />
the solitary city, she that was full of people, thus a distant and hollow<br />
epiodion laced with sibilants bewailing the solitary city.<br />
And now, the flickering of a light, a pallor emerging from the<br />
darkness as though lit by a candle, a candle guttering in the cold<br />
wind, a forgotten candle, hid and found again, casting its doubtful<br />
luster on this faint white plane, now visible, now lost again in the<br />
tenebrous absences behind the eye.<br />
And still the hushing plaint, undeterred by light, plying its<br />
fricatives like a persistent woeful wind, the echo of woe, affanato,<br />
piangevole, a piangevole wind rising in the fluttering night through<br />
its perfect primes, lamenting the beautiful princess become an<br />
unclean widow, an emergence from C, a titular C, tentative and<br />
parenthetical, the widow then, weeping sore in the night, the candle<br />
searching the pale expanse for form, for the suggestion of form, a<br />
balm for the anxious eye, weeping she weepeth.<br />
The glimmering light, the light of the world, now firmer at<br />
the center, flickers unsteadily at the outer edges, implications of<br />
tangible paraboloids amid the soft anguish, the plainsong exploring<br />
its mode, third position athwart, for among all her lovers there are<br />
none to comfort her, and the eye finding a horizon, discovering at<br />
last a distant geography of synclinal nodes, barren, windblown, now<br />
blurring, now defined.<br />
Now defined: a strange valley, brighter at its median and<br />
upon the crests than down the slopes, the hint there perhaps of<br />
vegetation, like a grove of pines buried in the snow, and still the<br />
chant, epicedial, sospirante, she is driven like a hunted animal, C to<br />
C and F again, she findeth no rest. How many have died here?<br />
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