Violet Bent Backwards Over the Grass
2020
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Lana Del Rey
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Summary
THE HIGHLY ANTICIPATED DEBUT BOOK OF POETRY FROM LANA DEL REY, VIOLET BENT BACKWARDS OVER THE GRASS “Violet Bent Backwards Over the Grass is the title poem of the book and the first poem I wrote of many. Some of which came to me in their entirety, which I dictated and then typed out, and some that I worked laboriously picking apart each word to make the perfect poem. They are eclectic and honest and not trying to be anything other than what they are and for that reason I’m proud of them, especially because the spirit in which they were written was very authentic.” —Lana Del Rey Lana’s breathtaking first book solidifies her further as “the essential writer of her times” (The Atlantic). The collection features more than thirty poems, many exclusive to the book: Never to Heaven, The Land of 1,000 Fires, Past the Bushes Cypress Thriving, LA Who Am I to Love You?, Tessa DiPietro, Happy, Paradise Is Very Fragile, Bare Feet on Linoleum, and many more. This beautiful hardcover edition showcases Lana’s typewritten manuscript pages alongside her original photography. The result is an extraordinary poetic landscape that reflects the unguarded spirit of its creator. Violet Bent Backwards Over the Grass is also brought to life in an unprecedented spoken word audiobook which features Lana Del Rey reading fourteen select poems from the book accompanied by music from Grammy Award–winning musician Jack Antonoff.
Avis et Commentaires
2 avisJe doute de pouvoir être totalement objectif quant à la critique de ce livre. Mais voilà, c’était magnifique. Lana Del Rey, mon idole, chanteuse de talent s’avère être une poète tout aussi remarquable. Son livre de poésie m’a traversé et transporté. I was bent backwards just like these damn violets you know. AND OMG, ses poèmes elle les a récité et je possède le vinyle qui me permet de l’écouter et c’est encore mieux. De quoi elle parle ? Du divin, de l’immortalité du quotidien, de tout et de rien. D’ailleurs, pour clôturer cet avis, voici l’extrait d’un de ses poèmes : « I love you but you don’t understand me, I’m a real poet My life is my poetry, my love making is my legacy My thoughts are about nothing, and beautiful, and for free You see, the things that can’t be bought can’t be evaluated, and that makes them beyond human reach Untouchable, safe, otherworldly Unable to be deciphered or metabolized Something metaphysical Like a view of the sea on a summer day on the most perfect winding road taken in from the car window A thing perfect, and ready to become a part of the texture of the fabric of something more ethereal Like Mount Olympus, where Zeus sent Athena and the rest of the immortals to play »

