Mogens og andre Noveller Jens Peter Jacobsen

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Published: 1973

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123 pages


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Mogens og andre Noveller  by  Jens Peter Jacobsen

Mogens og andre Noveller by Jens Peter Jacobsen
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Know ye not that there is here in this world a secret confraternity, which one might call the Company of Melancholiacs? That people there are who by natural constitution have been given a different nature and disposition than the others- that have a larger heart and a swifter blood, that wish and demand more, have stronger desires and a yearning which is wilder and more ardent than that of the common herd.

They are fleet as children over whose birth good fairies have presided- their eyes are open wider- their senses are more subtle in all their perceptions. The gladness and joy of life, they drink with the roots of their heart, the while the others merely grasp them with coarse hands.

- Jens Peter Jacobsen. The quote is not from this book. I stole it from the introduction. The stories are way, way better than this because its like there is this secret hand shake for us sensitive types. We should have one so we can recognize each other. Maybe the sweaty palms would be a dead giveaway? Or the leaves in the hair and grass stains on the trousers from sitting outside too long.

It could be the dark circles under the eyes from sleeping for way too long, and not enough. Youll know them from the look in the eye. Whatever, theres unrest.Six stories. Mogens is the first and the longest (I think it was the first JPJ ever published). Mogens is a young man who falls in love.

Why was he compelled to see while the others remained blind? He had a right to blindness, he had believed in everything in which it was possible to believe. Like love was a belief in God and you could shake your fist at its sky because you prayed to it just in case. The desperation bedside knees. Mogens chases, holds and withholds. The ugliness of sex and how its shadows make their ugly animal shapes on the walls. Look my fingers are forming a monster. Did he kill her? I dont know how Jacobsen did it. Mogens is lighthearted again after the fires. He falls in love again.

Could a girl like her really believe in love, in this day and age? Again. The rejoicing that is still not quite believed until they can find out how to in longing live. The walking out of site made me think of the faceless chase when first in love. Did it have its face and did it go on, once it was out of sight? Mogens reminded me of when I was very young and would listen to The Cures Pornography album constantly (at night, when I could be alone. Side A Siamese Twins and flip Side B The Figurehead for hours). Its like a singing exercise of a suspicion of ever wanting to be with another human being.

The ruthless passion for purity (or is it vampiric).The Plague in Bergamo is these people giving this spiritual and humanistic fuck you. I could make an awesome music video out of this one, if anyone who ever reads this could read my mind. The singing is awful and gleeful hate. What would Jesus do bracelets would melt like so much crayons on hellfire driveways. The nightmare of what the void hollowed out eyes look in others when youre afraid to meet anyones eyes.There Should Have Been Roses.

The douchey review on amazon (the merchandising one) dissed this story. No way, fuckers! You Reed Business, whomever that is. No, you are happy, answered the blue one, I would give a world, were I as you are. And the blue one rises, and begins to walk down the road to the Campagna, and the yellow one looks after him with a sad smile and says to himself: No, he is happy!But far down the road the blue one turns round once more toward the balcony, and raising his barret calls: No, you are happy!I imagine that Jens Peter Jacobsen sat around eavesdropping on conversations and going No, you are happy!

in his head as he watched them (the flip side to the Bergamo nightmare of societal fears). To be the lizard on that wall... There should have been roses and lizards and eyes in the walls. It feels less sad if it is echoed back like that. I really liked that shared watching, in this.Mrs Fonss.

These selfish children disown their widowed mother when she requites her young love. I would have liked to know her. The care she takes of her jilted daughter (if she would later resent crying on her shoulder, how to be there in just the right way).

Mrs. Fonss would know about the gloomy thoughts that come with rain, and being tired of onesself, and dreams that wear down the will and the way it never ends, like the sun rising and setting. I couldnt be her and accept the way her kids treat her. Jacobsen knows how kids with one parent take sides. The daughter, Elinor, who only knew her father through stories her mother told her to keep him alive, builds him up to suit all of her fancies in order to tear Mrs.

Fonss down. Ive seen many a kid do this to the parent that is still left. Its weird to think how long this has gone on, carried out through entirely different people. And I loved that this story was in the same collection as the fisted corpses in Italy.

Flip sides...Underbellies... To lie on.I read this on the free kindle edition (courtesy of Project Gutenberg). The stories Shot in the Fog and Two Worlds were not included. The latter can be read here. Its hard to review short story collections. I just want to say that it stuck out in my memory the girl in the boat that the old lady cannot get unstuck and feel at ease until she sees her again.

The expressions on the faces. JPJ is so good at those expressions and watching.And now I will quote from Rainer Maria Rilkes Letters to a Young Poet: Get hold of the little volume, Six Stories, and in the first little volume begin the first story which is called Mogens. A world will come over you, a happiness, a wealth, a world of inconceivable greatness. Live for awhile in these books, learn from them what seems to you worth learning, but above all, love them. This love will be repaid a thousandfold, and, whatever may become of your life will, I am convinced of it, run through the fabric of your being as one of the most important among all the threads of your experiences, disappointments and joys.I appreciate a kind of unassuming influence like sitting in someones presence and being influenced by their experiences.

If its a new world to feel as they feel... And also when it feels bad to do it. I can relate to this Jens Peter Jacobsen.Again I wish I was someone who could describe prose. If it is poetry to describe the world as if you could really live it. Intimate without suffocating. Gentle and harsh like a full body scrub from a mother you want to have outgrown. There was just something I really liked about these stories. It reminds me of my more fullfilling life moments of feeling like I actually get anything out of seeing people around me. Thats what I like.

And theres no way I can tell you about what it looked like and the smile on their face and the reflection it made on the other person who saw it and the walking after... Sighs. Sure wish I could. JPJ wrote it in this way that it was as easy as an unbidden expression. Yep, thats what Ive got.And I lifted this Jacobsen quote from the intro too: In a letter he once stated his belief that every book to be of real value must embody the struggle of one or more persons against all those things which try to keep one from existing in ones own way.

Thats how I feel! Hey, thanks JPJ!Jacobson was a botanist as well as a poet. She was a botanist so I believed her. - Lee in Sam Shepards True West. And a poet, it goes without saying.P.s. He was a great Dane! So practically no one reads him now, it seems, but at least the old timer famous people loved him. Sobs. (And now that I know it doesnt surprise me.)



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