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Winter Recipes from the Collective

Winter Recipes from the Collective

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  • Author：Louise Glück
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Summary

A New York Times Notable Book （2021）

The 2020 Nobel Prize winner Louise Glück's thirteenth book is among her most haunting。 Here as in the Wild Iris there is a chorus， but the speakers are entirely human， simultaneously spectral and ancient。

Winter Recipes from the Collective is chamber music， an invitation into that privileged realm small enough for the individual instrument to make itself heard， dolente， its line sustained， carried， and then taken up by the next instrument， spirited， animoso， while at the same time being large enough to contain a whole lifetime， the inconceivable gifts and losses of old age， the little princesses rattling in the back of a car， an abandoned passport， the ingredients of an invigorating winter sandwich， a sister's death， the joyful presence of the sun， its brightness measured by the darkness it casts。

"Some of you will know what I mean，" the poet says， by which she means， some of you will follow me。 Hers is the sustaining presence， the voice containing all our lifetimes， "all the worlds， each more beautiful than the last。" This magnificent book couldn't have been written by anyone else， nor could it have been written by the poet at any other time in her life。

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Reviews

CJ ，

Gluck earned her Nobel but this book sort of went in one ear and out the other for me。

Scarlet ，

Everything is change， he said， and everything is connected。Also everything returns， but what returns is notwhat went away—Fantastic！ It's Louise Glück， so I didn't expect anything else！ Everything is change， he said， and everything is connected。Also everything returns， but what returns is notwhat went away—Fantastic！ It's Louise Glück， so I didn't expect anything else！ 。。。more

Hannah Thaggard ，

I was going to just read the entire Diary of a Wimpy Kid series to catch up to my book count， but my coworker said that I should just finish poetry books since that was faster。 I think he couldn’t stand watching me read Rodrick Rules， as if stooping myself to that level was insulting。 He just doesn’t understand art sometimes。Anyway， I liked travel diaries

Vesna ，

Not quite the prime Glück of The Wild Iris fame， this slender collection nonetheless has all the marks of her unique poetry。 While almost all poems were already published in the last three years， scattered across several magazines， there is a unifying whole that resonates quietly of a coming winter， death。。。 yet， despite all the struggles， abandonments， and life as a never-ending puzzle， there is a hopeful note in the last poem， Song。From The Denial of Death Do not be sad， he said。 You have be Not quite the prime Glück of The Wild Iris fame， this slender collection nonetheless has all the marks of her unique poetry。 While almost all poems were already published in the last three years， scattered across several magazines， there is a unifying whole that resonates quietly of a coming winter， death。。。 yet， despite all the struggles， abandonments， and life as a never-ending puzzle， there is a hopeful note in the last poem， Song。From The Denial of Death Do not be sad， he said。 You have begun your own journey，not into the world， like your friend’s， but into yourself and your memories。[…]Everything is change， he said， and everything is connected。Also everything returns， but what returns is notwhat went away—We watched you walk away。 Down the stone stepsand into the little town。 I feltsomething true had been spokenand though I would have preferred to have spoken it myselfI was glad at least to have heard it。[…]I could hear the clock ticking，presumably alluding to the passage of timewhile in fact annulling it。 。。。more

Hannah ，

This review has been hidden because it contains spoilers。 To view it， click here。 “everything returns， but what returns is not/ what went away”

Elise ，

beautiful。 not only the poems themselves， but the way they link to each other， and progress， and the way the book （pamphlet？） comes together as a whole。 leaves， trees， sisters， night， "you，" "we，" "downward，" death， speaking/not speaking， old age。。。some favorite quotes:"You have begun your own journey， not into the world， like your friend's， but into yourself and your memories。As they fall away， perhaps you will attain that enviable emptiness into whichall things flow， like the empty cup in the beautiful。 not only the poems themselves， but the way they link to each other， and progress， and the way the book （pamphlet？） comes together as a whole。 leaves， trees， sisters， night， "you，" "we，" "downward，" death， speaking/not speaking， old age。。。some favorite quotes:"You have begun your own journey， not into the world， like your friend's， but into yourself and your memories。As they fall away， perhaps you will attain that enviable emptiness into whichall things flow， like the empty cup in the Daodejing""You must ask yourself， he said， if you deceive yourself。By which I mean looking at the watch and not the hand holding it。""How heavy my mind is，filled with the past。Is there enough roomfor the world to penetrate？It must go somewhere，it cannot simply sit on the surface-""If only I'd known， he said，the effect of words。Do you see how this thing has acquired weight and importancesince I spoke？""I was very young。 Many things had happenedbut nothing had happenedrepeatedly， which makes a difference。""All too soon I emergedmy true self，robust but sour，like an alarm clock。""We make plans to walk the trails together。When， I ask him， when？ Never again: that is what we do not say。He is teaching me to live in imagination"anyway， I put a sticky note on my alarm clock that says "robust but sour" so I don't feel so awful when it goes off in the morning。 thanks Ms。 Glück。 。。。more

Jerrie （redwritinghood） ，

Pensive and filled with nostalgic longing

Zöe ，

Much wisdom yet lies in plain conversations。 Beautiful and light poems

Hannah Wolfe ，

This is the second collection of poems by Louise Glück I've read and it was as moving and chilling as the first。 There is something really beautiful about the way she handles sadness and darkness， especially within relationship both familial and romantic。 She has a way of getting at the heart of a painful experience that doesn't necessarily take the pain away， but makes it more manageable。 I really loved sinking my teeth into these poems， as heart-wrenching as some of them might be。 She is a mas This is the second collection of poems by Louise Glück I've read and it was as moving and chilling as the first。 There is something really beautiful about the way she handles sadness and darkness， especially within relationship both familial and romantic。 She has a way of getting at the heart of a painful experience that doesn't necessarily take the pain away， but makes it more manageable。 I really loved sinking my teeth into these poems， as heart-wrenching as some of them might be。 She is a master， without question。 。。。more

Jonfaith ，

How heavy my mind is，filled with the past。Is there enough room for the world to penetrate？It must go somewhere，it cannot simply sit on the surface—These verses are more social than the previous collection。 I believe I preferred the solitude of those， one mind thinking/processing amidst nature。 These are more dialogues of meaning， exchanges to weather the passing of time。

Connie ，

This short， sparse， beautiful book addresses unflinchingly themes of aging and ending， meaning and meaninglessness。 Though the language is simple and straightforward， it bears much rereading， which I will be doing。

Ana ，

I guess I just miss Wild Iris

Kirsti ，

Poems about aging and nature。 Very short book but vivid imagery。

eris ，

still wrapping my head around whether i like these， especially after falling so in love with Averno。 might reread。

Gregory Duke ，

4。5Took photos of almost all the poems in the library copy from which I read。 Read at least a third of them out loud to my uninterested yet still， on some level， no matter how minorly， moved mother。 Superbly beautiful works on loss， aging， the value of narrative vs。 universalized philosophical writing （aka Glück's reflexive consideration of the value of her own work）， aesthetic achievement， failure， etc。 She consistently makes me feel something。 4。5Took photos of almost all the poems in the library copy from which I read。 Read at least a third of them out loud to my uninterested yet still， on some level， no matter how minorly， moved mother。 Superbly beautiful works on loss， aging， the value of narrative vs。 universalized philosophical writing （aka Glück's reflexive consideration of the value of her own work）， aesthetic achievement， failure， etc。 She consistently makes me feel something。 。。。more

Elizabeth Smart ，

I find it hard to review poetry collections， especially one as short as this， but I enjoyed it！ I’ve loved Louise Glück a long time and while this wasn’t my favorite of hers， it was worth the read to me。

Lindsay ，

At 42 pages， my only complaint is that this was too short。 Gluck is a master poet and storyteller。 I have a lot to learn from her。

Noreen ，

Gluck’s newest collection contains poems about old age and death and it is exquisite

Canaan ，

Yesterday I went to the local Barnes & Noble for the first time in — what is it， a year and a half？ — and observed my happy tradition of reading expensive poetry collections I wouldn’t buy while standing as inconspicuously as possible （to conceal my terrible purpose） at the poetry & drama section， after throwing people off my tracks by half-seriously perusing all the other sections of books and gifts and becoming， meanwhile， intoxicated with the aroma of books and café smells。 I read The Wild Yesterday I went to the local Barnes & Noble for the first time in — what is it， a year and a half？ — and observed my happy tradition of reading expensive poetry collections I wouldn’t buy while standing as inconspicuously as possible （to conceal my terrible purpose） at the poetry & drama section， after throwing people off my tracks by half-seriously perusing all the other sections of books and gifts and becoming， meanwhile， intoxicated with the aroma of books and café smells。 I read The Wild Iris by Glück earlier this year and loved it — loved it — and half sought out， half stood stupefied when I saw this new collection， her first since winning the Nobel in 2020。 Well， collection-cum-scare-quotes — this pricey albeit gorgeous pamphlet-in-hardcover is so short — fifteen poems， forty-two pages of text — that， before I knew it， I'd read the entire thing standing there。 And I was so shocked because I did not expect Glück herself to expose me， but this was so terrific， making me feel so many emotions so quickly， that I was swooning， grasping at the shelves that had hidden me for support* and ruining my careful inconspicuousness， such that I required a frothy hot chocolate afterwards to refresh and opacify my momentary aesthetic transparency。 And so I learned: do not underestimate a Nobel Prize-winning poet， nor the power of a very tiny book with an adorable bird on it， indeed。*This did not literally happen。— — — — — — — — — — — — — —I feltsomething true had been spokenand though I would have preferred to have spoken it myselfI was glad at least to have heard it。***I could hear the clock ticking，presumably alluding to the passage of timewhile in fact annulling it。You must ask yourself， he said， if you deceive yourself。By which I mean looking at the watch and notthe hand holding it。 We stood awhile， staring at the lake，each of us thinking our own thoughts。***a pine blowing in high windlike man in the universe。***We make plansto walk the trails together。When， I ask him，when？ Never again:that is what we do not say。 。。。more

Deborah ，

Source: Troy Jollimore’s review in the Washington Post （Nov 4， 2021）。 “The poems are elegiac， brooding and death obsessed …。。 ghosts looking backward with regret and forward with trepidation”。 Words from a person named Jollimore。 Fascinated。 Must read。

Don Wentworth ，

Following on the tenor of her most recent publications， Louise Glück's latest volume， Winter Recipes From The Collective， is a lyrical， fragmentary narrative 'sequence' that has a slightly surreal quality about it。The narrative feel follows an elderly woman and her sister as they navigate the quiet distancing from life that aging， in life's final stages， inevitably brings。If it may be described as 'autobiographical'， it is not in the strictest sense autobiography of the narrative characters alon Following on the tenor of her most recent publications， Louise Glück's latest volume， Winter Recipes From The Collective， is a lyrical， fragmentary narrative 'sequence' that has a slightly surreal quality about it。The narrative feel follows an elderly woman and her sister as they navigate the quiet distancing from life that aging， in life's final stages， inevitably brings。If it may be described as 'autobiographical'， it is not in the strictest sense autobiography of the narrative characters alone but a lyrical autobiography of a generation that has come of age， grown both up and old， with the poetry of Glück。Perhaps to circumscribe this work's audience as such is a bit too narrow。 Then again， this is poetry 。。。 and poetry of a particular sort。 Still， this is the latest work of the 2020 Nobel Laureate。 What might the extended audience that notoriety will bring think of that？Well， let's let that go。 This certainly is a book for fans of the poet， a missive， if you will， from an elderly friend describing the state of the state。 As it were。 Or as it is。Or as it will be。To do the collection justice， and to do yourself the same， if you know little of the poet， begin at the beginning with Firstborn， 1968， the work of a twenty-six year old newcomer， and work your way up to this latest， 52 years later， by a still gritty， well-seasoned veteran。 52 years later。Now。 Be in that moment or， more expansively， that succession of frozen moments that are the oeuvre。Know what it is to know， to sense， to feel the work of one of a handful of the finest poets of those all-encompassing 52 years。If you are a poetry reader， buck up。 Not only will you not be disappointed， you will be changed。I was。 I am。 。。。more

Ken ，

This little book had all kinds of warning signals:1。 Author fresh off of a Nobel Prize for Literature （2020）2。 Top of the line publisher （Farrar， Straus and Giroux）， hardcover， but only 42 pages long （er， short）3。 Money to be made before the fanfare begins to fare poorly， so let's rush this baby to press before Christmas。4。 Only 15 poems total， making it a chapbook in full poetry collection's clothing。5。 Poet + Name Recognition = a math equation seldom seen。Despite the blaring sound and spinning This little book had all kinds of warning signals:1。 Author fresh off of a Nobel Prize for Literature （2020）2。 Top of the line publisher （Farrar， Straus and Giroux）， hardcover， but only 42 pages long （er， short）3。 Money to be made before the fanfare begins to fare poorly， so let's rush this baby to press before Christmas。4。 Only 15 poems total， making it a chapbook in full poetry collection's clothing。5。 Poet + Name Recognition = a math equation seldom seen。Despite the blaring sound and spinning red lights， though， I came out the other end （the journey was brief）， ran back to START， and journeyed through a second time for enjoyment purposes。Will wonders never cease。 Sometimes books surprise even the cynical。While the early poems， written in sections and a few pages long， read like fairy tales set in the Black Forest （Hansel， anybody？ How about Gretel？）， the book's cover and title signal we're far away from that。 China， people。 Han Shan-like。These narrative poems don't seem terribly "poetic" so much as succinct （admittedly， being chary with words is in and of itself deemed "poetic"） and read like prose paragraphs divvied up into lines and stanzas。 I say that because some readers will "minus" you for such。And the overriding theme is capital-D Death， anyway。 Oh， wait。 He doesn't do small-case d， does He？ Whatever。 Our umlauted author （and， for the sake of success and sales and being taken seriously， I'd like to buy an umlaut， Pat， for mine own poetic success。。。 Ken Cräft） is "of an age" beginning to better see the dark at the end of the tunnel。Most of the middle and end poems （can something this short have a "middle" and an "end"） are pithy wonders with neat finishes。 In some， the poem's speaker addresses her sister， apparently a comrade in arms （the embracing arms of old age）。 Here， though， the speaker focuses on Mom and long life:Night ThoughtsLong ago I was born。There is no one alive anymorewho remembers me as a baby。Was I a good baby？ Abad？ Except in my headthat debate is now silenced forever。What constitutesa bad baby， I wondered。 Colic，my mother said， which meantit cried a lot。What harm could there bein that？ How hard it wasto be alive， no wonderthey all died。 And how smallI must have been， suspendedin my mother， being patted by herapprovingly。What a shame I becameverbal， with no connectionto that memory。 My mother's love！All too soon I emergedmy true self，robust but sour，like an alarm clock。Inside Joke #1: "What a shame I became verbal。" This from a poet of Nobel proportions and blaring alarms accompanying her new book。 Inside Joke #2: If I submitted this poem to a critique group or a professor， I would have been called to task for the beginner's mistake of the line break （L4） after an orphaned indefinite pronoun （"A"）。 Nobel winners， fully alarmed， can do so with impunity， proving once again that the "rules" and the "experts" in poetry are full of 。。。 oh， wait， this is a "family site"。。。 let's go with "full of themselves，" shall we？Here's another for your amusement:A SentenceEverything has ended， I said。What makes you say so， my sister asked。Because， I said， if it has not ended， it will end soonwhich comes to the same thing。 And if that is the case，there is no point in beginningso much as a sentence。But it is not the same， my sister said， this ending soon。There is a question left。It is a foolish question， I answered。Again。 Short and sweet。 Almost anecdotal。 Almost like a koan， with the speaker/master addressing her sister/student。 Wry， too。 Informed by long life and short remaining days。 And again， the "no point in beginning / so much as a sentence" a bit of a writer's joke on herself。Finally， I leave you with "Autumn，" a favorite image for the twilight of life。 Notice how these little stanzas are haiku-like in nature， fitting the book's topic， title， and themes。 It's one of my favorites in this alarming book。AutumnThe part of lifedevoted to contemplationwas at odds with the partcommitted to action。*Fall was approaching。But I remember it was always approachingonce school ended。*Life， my sister said，is like a torch passed nowfrom the body to the mind。Sadly， she went on， the mind is notthere to receive it。*The sun was setting。Ah， the torch， she said。It has gone out， I believe。Our best hope is that it's flickering，fort/da， fort/da， like little Ernstthrowing his toy over the side of his criband then pulling it back。 It's too bad，she said， there are no children here。We could learn from them， as Freud did。*We would sometimes siton benches outside the dining room。The smell of leaves burning。Old people and fire， she said。Not a good thing They burn their houses down。*How heavy my mind is，filled with the past。Is there enough roomfor the world to penetrate？It must go somewhere，it cannot simply sit on the surface--*Stars gleaming over the water。The leaves piled， waiting to be lit。*Insight， my sister said。Now it is here。But hard to see in the darkness。You must find your footingbefore you put your weight on it。Take those last two lines as advice for the remainders of the day， friends。 And say it again tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow。。。 。。。more

Elizabeth Hykes ，

Another outstanding read from Louise Gluck！If you are already a fan of Louise Gluck， you know that as she matures， so do the topics and themes of her writing。 This book is full of conversations about the experience of time， attachment and loss， and looking back with the new eyes of maturity。 There are lots of turns and quirks and insights arising in ordinary interactions and this author has captured several。 A wonderful read that feels like another chapter of a book that started some time ago an Another outstanding read from Louise Gluck！If you are already a fan of Louise Gluck， you know that as she matures， so do the topics and themes of her writing。 This book is full of conversations about the experience of time， attachment and loss， and looking back with the new eyes of maturity。 There are lots of turns and quirks and insights arising in ordinary interactions and this author has captured several。 A wonderful read that feels like another chapter of a book that started some time ago and is coming to us serially。 。。。more

Stephanie ，

“We make plansto walk the trails together。When， I ask him，when？ Never again:that is what we do not say。”This slim tome is tinged with grief and loss and is written from the perspective of someone who has the luxury and heartbreak to be able to look back on their life。 Someone somewhat omniscient， looking back from a distance， but also deeply and personally immersed in this life。

Karen ，

There are few poets as vivid yet sparse yet illuminating as this。 As usual this collection is filled with pensive stories where certain lines stick out and hit you in the heart。 I loved this slim， beautiful collection

Henk ，

Meditative and sometimes quite narrative。 The gorgeous cover and the exciting chance to pick up something new of a Nobel laureate didn’t fully pay off in terms of final reading experienceI try to comfort youbut words are not the answer- PoemLouise Glück her new bundle feels particularly attuned to winter coming， with a lot of focus on family relations。 A poem called The Denial of Death does plays with the difference between tourist and refugee。 A Children’s Story seems to be about climate change Meditative and sometimes quite narrative。 The gorgeous cover and the exciting chance to pick up something new of a Nobel laureate didn’t fully pay off in terms of final reading experienceI try to comfort youbut words are not the answer- PoemLouise Glück her new bundle feels particularly attuned to winter coming， with a lot of focus on family relations。 A poem called The Denial of Death does plays with the difference between tourist and refugee。 A Children’s Story seems to be about climate change but most poems are about family relationships， mothers， sisters and children frequently appear as subject matter or perspective。 Mortality also peeps it’s head up at times， for instance:Where did you go next， after those days，where although you could not speak you were not lost？Afternoons and Early EveningsMany poems in Winter Recipes from the Collective touch more on the intimate， for instance:This is why we search for love。We search for it all of our lives，even after we find it。An Endless StoryA wistful， melancholic atmosphere pervades the bundle， with musings on life spent and gone:Life， my sister said，is like a torch passed nowfrom the body to the mind。Sadly， she went on， the mind is notthere to receive it。…You must find your footingbefore you put your weight on it。AutumnI liked reading the bundle but was not particularly emotionally touched or impressed。 Like the cover， a Chinese ink drawing， the style is understated and sparse。 Ideal to spend an hour with under the blankets， but lacking the sumptuous touches one would expect in the Christmas break so to speak。 。。。more

Kristen ，

Beautiful

Rareș Călugăr ，

Leo Cruz makes the most beautiful white bowls;I think I must get some to youbut how is the questionin these timesHe is teaching methe names of the desert grasses;I have a booksince to see the grasses is impossibleLeo thinks the things man makesare more beautifulthan what exists in natureand I say no。And Leo sayswait and see。We make plansto walk the trails together。When， I ask him，when？ Never again:that is what we do not say。He is teaching meto live in imagination:a cold windblows as I cross the Leo Cruz makes the most beautiful white bowls;I think I must get some to youbut how is the questionin these timesHe is teaching methe names of the desert grasses;I have a booksince to see the grasses is impossibleLeo thinks the things man makesare more beautifulthan what exists in natureand I say no。And Leo sayswait and see。We make plansto walk the trails together。When， I ask him，when？ Never again:that is what we do not say。He is teaching meto live in imagination:a cold windblows as I cross the desert;I can see his house in the distance;smoke is coming from the chimneyThat is the kiln， I think;only Leo makes porcelain in the desertAh， he says， you are dreaming againAnd I say then I’m glad I dreamthe fire is still alive 。。。more

Aldora H。A。 ，

So beautifully written。

Joelle ，

Wherever you are in life， you need to read these poems。 I feel like my soul has been peered into， and bathed in hope。 She speaks so often of returning to where hope was lost to find it again， and of recognizing trauma， that we might experience healing。 Winter will not last forever， but as a season it can bring its own joys， and unique love。 I might read this book everyday until spring comes back （it's a very short book）。 Wherever you are in life， you need to read these poems。 I feel like my soul has been peered into， and bathed in hope。 She speaks so often of returning to where hope was lost to find it again， and of recognizing trauma， that we might experience healing。 Winter will not last forever， but as a season it can bring its own joys， and unique love。 I might read this book everyday until spring comes back （it's a very short book）。 。。。more

Reference

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