Robert St. Clair

Lyrical Material

Poetry, Politics, and the Body in Rimbaud

A Farce Comedy in Three Acts

Where's My Baby?

A Riotous Proceeding in Three Acts

Everything Happens to Us

A Farce-comedy in Three Acts

The Cannibal Queen

Rainer Winkelmann

Reserve Bank of New Zealand

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Studies how policy signals are transmitted. Shows that surveyed expectations contain valuable information on the transmission of monetary policy.

Determinants and Implications for the Transmission of Policy

Survey Expectations of Monetary Conditions in New Zealand

The Unnamed Comedy

Bodies abound in Rimbaud's poetry in a way that is nearly unprecedented in the nineteenth-century poetic canon: lazy, creative, rule-breaking bodies, queer bodies, marginalized and impoverished bodies, revolting and revolutionary, historical bodies. The question that Poetry, Politics, and the Body seeks to answer is: What does this corporeal density mean for reading Rimbaud? What kind of sense are we to make of this omnipresence of the body in the Rimbaldian corpus, from first to last–from the earliest poems in verse celebrating the sheer, simple delight of running away from wherever one is and stretching one's legs out under a table, to the ultimate flight away from poetry itself? In response, this book argues that the body appears–often literally–as a kind of gap, breach, or aperture through which Rimbaud's poems enter into contact with history and a larger body of other texts. Simply put, the body is privileged 'lyrical material' for Rimbaud: a figure for human beings in their exposed, finite creatureliness and in their unpredictable agency and interconnectedness. Its presence in the early work allows us not only to contemplate what a strange, sensuous thing it is to be embodied, to be both singular and part of a collective, it also allows the poet to diagnose, and the reader to perceive, a set of seemingly intractable, 'real' socio-economic, political, and symbolic problems. Rimbaud's bodies are, in other words, utopian bodies: sites where the historical and the lyrical, the ideal and the material, do not so much cancel each other out as become caught up in one another.

Robert St. Clair

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