Luke Fischer



Rilke, Cavafy, Hölderlin: Simeon Kronenberg Interviews Luke Fischer

The following interview mostly took place between June and October 2015, mainly via email. Luke was traveling in Europe during much of this period.

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Review Short: Luke Fischer’s The Poet as Phenomenologist: Rilke and the New Poems

Rilke’s poetry is known for its brilliance and individuality and, to an extent, for its variability. His early work is largely of a neo-Romantic and religious temper, suffused with generalisations and subjective gestures that frequently strain after significance. Nevertheless, he produced some important early poetry, most notably in his three-volume Book of Hours. In these works, ways of seeing, perceiving and understanding the world are already critical questions for him. However, had these poems been all he left to posterity, he would not now be a household name.

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DAS GEDICHT + Cordite = Deutsch Poems of Campbell, Chong, Fischer, Leber, Skovron, Vickery and Wright

Cordite Poetry Review has teamed up with venerable German literary magazine, DAS GEDICHT, to publish translations of Australian works into German. These translations are directly aimed for German readership (this is to say that the English originals are not on …

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Review Short: Luke Fischer’s Paths of Flight

Paths of Flight

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Rilke and the Buddha: Three Translations

These poems instantiate a significant cross-cultural and intermedial dialogue between West and East, Europe and Asia, sculpture and poetry, the founder of Buddhism and a Modernist poet. Rilke’s interest in the Buddha was stirred by an Indonesian statue in Auguste Rodin’s garden in Meudon which the French sculptor had procured (along with other Buddha statues) from the 1900 World Expo in Paris.

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Dealing with Early Spring

           Hamburg, 2012   A beggar cups his hands and pleads for change while the sun gilds his palms and fingers like a bowl possessed by Charlemagne, standing now in a museum’s vitrine. This gold is superfluous to him but I …

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