Familiar with the elegant prosodic fabric which Sebald drapes around topics horrific and inexpressible, I found myself delighted with these elegiac snippets, each one a microcosm of Sebald's prose writing. The poems in this collection are texts of remarkable compression, oblique in mode. One sentence, one idea, allows us a grasp of something more abstract than astrology and old clothes. This collection reminds me of Brecht's Buchov Elegien, Sebald's message, however, reaches further than the political; Sebald grapples with the metaphysical. Never does he presume to know, to articulate. As ever he presents and explores. We see the naturalist and the philosopher working together to fathom man, historical pattern and truth. The effect has echoes of picta poesis, emblematic poetry from the sixteenth to eighteenth century in Europe. The duality of this emblematic structure of picture with commentary extends beyond Tess Jaray's illustrations scaffolding Sebald's poetry, but in each of his poems we see one sentence, one image, one thought scaffolding the inexpressible, some sort of truth. This structure is somewhat a motif throughout Sebald's work. The picture can be an image, a building, a character, a story, a memory. The commentary is often wordless - implicit. And yet this emblematic structure upholsters Sebald's prose and poetry - the concrete illustrating the abstract, stories articulating the inexpressible.
Apparently
the red spots
on Jupiter are
centuries old
hurricanes
In the compressed, the concrete the inexpressible is captured, that is the aftermath of the horrific, the devastating, a distant objectivity, the physical repercussions of the past.
W.G. Sebald's collection is exploratory, significant and haunting.
Tess Jaray's illustrations are pure, significant and necessary.