Archive for the ‘poetry’ Category

Happy Robbie Burns Day!

Wednesday, January 25th, 2012

Happy Rabbie Burns Day, ye auld wee sleekit tim’rous beasties! Yes, beloved Scottish poet Robert Burns was born on this day in 1759, and 253 years later, we still toast his memory with ale and haggis and bad Scottish accents and merriment all ’round. A friend of mine is even performing Highland dance for the occasion.

If you’d like to commemorate the birthday of the Ploughman Poet a little more concretely and extravagantly, there’s no better time to pick up something special – have a gander at the copy (pictured left) of Burns’ Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect, exquistely contained in a gorgeous Cosway-style binding with an inlaid portrait of Scotland’s Bard himself. If that’s too dear for you, we have plenty of other collectible Robbie Burns, as well as a vast selection of affordable, regular copies of Robbie Burns poetry for the common man. Tip a glass of ale and enjoy your day.

Tickets please for this Soviet era children’s poem in a steam engine

Thursday, January 19th, 2012


I am biased but AbeBooks is a treasure trove. Yesterday, I came across this amazing item. You would only find it by searching for “avant garde steam locomotive” hence my eagerness to showcase this undated leporello from Russia’s Soviet era. A leporello is a single sheet of paper that has been folded several times. Some people also refer to the zig-zag style fold as an “accordion pleat.” This one comes in amazing condition and just look at the red star on the front of the steam engine – no doubt where this poetry originates.

Vladimir Mayakovsky
(1893-1930) was a Russian poet of immense significance and ‘Kem byt’ is his most famous children’s poem. The title translates as Whom Shall I Become? and it encourages children to create their own identities and suggests various professions.

Mayakovsky was writing at height of the Russian Revolution and gained fame as a revolutionary poet even though his interests were far broader than mere politics.

He was jailed under the Czarist regime for subversion and began writing poetry during his imprisonment. He wrote poems that supported the Bolsheviks during the uprising and penned an elegy for Vladimir Lenin, but eventually he fell out of favor for being too avant garde. His life ended in a desperately sad fashion when he killed himself with a pistol. After his death, Stalin praised his work and positioned him as a hero of the revolution.

The price for this ultra scarce piece of poetry – $2,990

An Extraordinary Cosway Binding: Evangeline by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Tuesday, January 17th, 2012


I’ve mentioned before how much I love the part of my job that allows me to forever stumble across new and different varieties of beautiful and unusual books, and today is no exception.

Perhaps you’re familiar with our feature on Cosway Bindings. If not, to synopsize, traditional leather bindings are adorned with beautifully inset miniature portraits in the covers. The bindings are named for the portrait painter Richard Cosway. The book pictured at top – Evangeline by Longfellow – is an extraordinarily gorgeous example with portraits set into the back cover as well as the front. I’ve never seen that before; usually the back cover is leather, or leather and gilt, but in this instance, the back cover has three portraits inlaid as well, and 11 portraits on the front cover. As well, the text is richly decorated throughout with traditional decorative illuminations.

For sale at the tidy sum of $91,800, this one is a smidge out of my price range, but I sure what love to hold it in my hands and look through it. Anyone want to go halfsies? You can have it Monday, Wednesday and Fridays, and I’ll have it Tuesday, Thursday and Saturdays, and we’ll alternate Sundays.

16th century erotic poetry discovered

Friday, December 30th, 2011

Found in a West Virginia library inside a 1561 copy of Chaucer was a 450 year old erotic love poem from a Catholic woman named Lady Elizabeth Dacre wrote an erotic (at least for the time) love poem in Latin to a Protestant man Sir Anthony Cooke who happened to be the tutor to King Edward VI.

If a 16th century trist between a Catholic and a Protestant wasn’t saucy enough consider the language used in the opening lines of the poem itself (translated from Latin):

“The goodbye I tried to speak but could not utter with my tongue
by my eyes I delivered back to yours.
That sad love that haunts the countenance in parting
contained the voice that I concealed from display,
just as Penelope, when her husband Ulysses was present,
was speechless – the reason is that sweet love of a gaze …”

and the ending is even more racy: “Long enough am I now; but if your shape should swell under its grateful burden, then shall I become to you a narrow girdle”…. that’s enough to make even Chaucer blush. Or maybe not that guy was filthy. But either way it’s quite a find.

Charles Bukowski’s Letter – Terms for Poetry Reading

Thursday, December 29th, 2011

I love how many literary letters have been turning up lately. There was the letter of advice from Harper Lee, the letter from Charles Bukowski to a library that banned his books, the unearthed illustrated Edward Gorey letters, and the cover letter from Hunter S. Thompson that he sent in along with a job application, to name a few.

Today gives us another beauty from Charles Bukowski, this time outlining his terms and conditions to give a poetry reading.

It reads:

“Hello Mr. Pini:

I rec. your letter from Springfield via Penguin. Today. All right. I am available for a poetry reading but don’t know if you have the stakes. It would take round-trip air (which I imagine would be a great deal from L.A. to Florida), plus $200. Somebody to meet me at the airport and take me back there. Also if I arrive a day early, someplace to stay that night, and if there’s a party after the reading (one of those beer-drinking talking things) then a place to stay that night. I don’t know about your funds. Auden gets 2,000 a reading, Ginsberg 1,000 so you see I’m cheap. A real whore. And maybe not too famous a whore? Anyhow, that’s it. If you can swing it, the sooner the better. Miller Williams of the U. of Arkansas says there is a standing offer of $300 for me to read there, so I could stop off there on the way if I can hook you for plane fare it would make the trip worthwhile. I promise not to be overly intoxicated at the reading. I quit my job at age 50, I’m 51 now and have been more or less on the literary hustle. That’s why I talk money like a pool sharp. It’s all survival; forgive me.

Anyhow, let me know what you think, yes or no…whatever.

I enclose an advertisement for myself…my first novel….wrote it in 20 nights. If you’re interested you can also get my latest book of poems, THE DAYS RUN AWAY LIKE WILD HORSES OVER THE HILLS, same press, same address, $4. I don’t have any extra copies of either.

I’m working on my 2nd. novel now, THE POET, but I’m taking my time. They say it’s 101 degrees today. Fine then, I’m drinking coffee and rolling cigarettes and looking out at the hot baked street and a lady just walked by wiggling it in tight white pants, and we are not dead yet.

hang in,

Charles Bukowski
5124 DeLongpre Ave.
Los Angeles, Calif. 90027

NO-I-6385″

via this isn’t happiness

Fred Wah: Canada’s New Poet Laureate

Wednesday, December 21st, 2011

Congratulations to Vancouver resident Fred Wah, the latest Canada’s Parliamentary Poet Laureate. Wah is the 5th poet to be appointed to the position. He has been publishing poetry since the sixties, and during his career has won the Governor General’s Award, Alberta’s Stephanson Award, and the Dorothy Livesay Prize for his poetry, the Howard O’Hagan Award for his short fiction, and the Gabrielle Roy Prize for Literary Criticism for an essay collection.

Born in Swift Current, Saskatchewan (fun fact: the small city has a population of only 15,000, but gave us another of my favourite Canadian poets, Lorna Crozier), Wah will remain in the laureate position until 2013. My colleague Richard and I met Mr. Wah when we attended the BC Book Prizes two years ago, and he was great company.

Poet Ruth Stone dies at 96

Friday, November 25th, 2011

American poet Ruth Stone, whose career took off in her later years, has died in Vermont at 96. Her best-known work, including The Solution and Simplicity, came after she turned 70. In 2002, she won the National Book Award for Poetry with In the Next Galaxy. The BBC has the story.

Good ol’ Gerald Manley Hopkins

Monday, October 31st, 2011

Gerald?

Someone at Exeter Cathedral must be purple-faced, cringing and hiding.

The Anglican cathedral in Devon recently installed engravings of poetry quotations in the pavements around the cathedral, ostensibly to inspire, stimulate thought and provoke imagination.

Instead, one of the engravings in particular has provoked incredulity, anger and embarrassment. The quotation in question – “The world is charged with the grandeur of God” – was mistakenly attributed to Gerald Manley Hopkins, instead of to its correct author – 19th-century English poet Gerard Manley Hopkins. It’s moments like these I’m profoundly grateful that I work with a keyboard and not a chisel.

The BBC has the full story.

Breaking news: poet becomes president of a country

Monday, October 31st, 2011

I’m a bit surprised to see so little reaction to the news that a poet, Michael D Higgins, has been elected as the ninth Irish president.

Let me repeat that – a man who writes poems is going to be running a country of 4.5 million people. It’s safe to say that the Republic of Ireland’s libraries are going to be in safe hands for a few years.

The BBC asks who is Michael D Higgins?

Luckily, Higgins is an experienced politician. He was an MP for almost 25 years until retiring from the Irish parliament earlier this year. He was also Ireland’s minister for arts and culture in the 1990s.

Video review of The Owl & the Pussycat by Edward Lear & illustrated by Stéphane Jorisch

Friday, October 7th, 2011

Today, Julie recommends The Owl and the Pussycat, written by Edward Lear and illustrated by Stephane Jorisch – a three-time Governor General’s winner for children’s illustrations. We’re sure most of you know this poem but what makes this particular book special are the illustrations by Jorisch.

This nonsense poem was first published in 1871. Lear wrote it for a three-year-old girl, Janet Symonds, the daughter of poet John Addington Symonds.

The poem’s opening sentence is pure literary gold:

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.

This edition is part of the Visions in Poetry series – an innovative and award-winning series of classic poems reinterpreted for today’s readers by outstanding contemporary artists. Other famous poems that have been paired with current day illustrators in this series include Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll, The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes, The Lady of Shalott by Lord Tennyson, Casey at the Bat by Ernest L. Thayer and the Raven by Edgar Allen Poe.

Tomas Tranströmer Wins 2011 Nobel Prize for Literature

Thursday, October 6th, 2011

Perennial bridesmaid Tomas Tranströmer has been awarded the 2011 Nobel Prize for Literature. The 80-year-old Swedish poet became the eighth European winner over the past 10 years and the first Swede to win the prize since 1974.

Born in 1931, the poet has been tipped as a possible Nobel winner for many years but always missed out. However, Tranströmer has won a host of other literary awards, including the Neustadt International Prize for Literature and a special Lifetime Recognition Award from the Griffin Trust for Excellence in Poetry.

Tranströmer’s first collection of poetry (17 dikter, which translates as Seventeen Poems) was printed in 1954. Some of his work has been translated into English by American poet Robert Bly. The two poets became friends and their correspondence has been published in a book called Air Mail.

Tranströmer suffered a stroke in 1990 that left him partially paralyzed and unable to speak, but he continued to write. His last collection, published in 2004, was The Great Enigma, and he has been in retirement since then. When he recently appeared in London, his poetry was read by other people while Tranströmer, an accomplished amateur musician, played the piano. He becomes the ninth Swedish winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature.

His day job was working as a psychologist with young offenders but he’s also a skilled translator.

Tranströmer’s English works include:

20 Poems (translated by Robert Bly)
Windows and Stones translated by May Swenson & Leif Sjoberg
Baltics translated Samuel Charters
Collected Poems translated by Robin Fulton
The Half-Finished Heaven translated by Robert Bly
The Great Enigma: New Collected Poems translated by Robin Fulton
The Sorrow Gondola translated by Michael McGriff and Mikaela Grassl
The Deleted World translated by Robin Robertson

Poets on postage stamps

Thursday, September 8th, 2011

The Poetry Foundation informs us that the United States Post Office is honoring 10 poets on postage stamps. The list features Elizabeth Bishop, Joseph Brodsky, Gwendolyn Brooks, E. E. Cummings, Robert Hayden, Denise Levertov, Sylvia Plath, Theodore Roethke, Wallace Stevens, and William Carlos Williams. I like the idea of Sylvia Plath on one of my letters but why not Charles Bukowski – didn’t he write Post Office? (Just kidding, Hell will freeze over before Bukowski is honored by the US Postal people.)

Philip Levine: America’s new poet laureate

Wednesday, August 10th, 2011

Congratulations to Philip Levine, who will today become America’s next poet laureate. He succeeds W. S. Merwin. Levine is 83 and has written around 20 collections of poetry, and won the 1995 Pulitzer Prize for his book The Simple Truth. Levine isn’t bothered by his advanced years.

“I feel pretty good,” he said, adding that he was still writing and that he found great inspiration these days in the poetry of Thomas Hardy. “There’s this unbelievable humility in his work,” he said. “He kept writing right up until he died, when he was almost 90.”

Sad Keanu publishes poetry

Thursday, June 23rd, 2011

Strange things ARE afoot at the Circle K. Keanu Reeves, the actor who brought us cinematic greats like Speed, Speed 2, Bill and Ted’s Bogus Journey and Johnny Mnemonic* continues to give back to the world, this time with a book of poetry titled Ode To Happiness.

The New York Daily News explains that “Ode To Happiness” is a collection of inkblot paintings — which purposely look like they’ve been blurred by tears — and accompanying depressing passages, like ‘I draw a hot sorrow bath’ and ‘In my despair room.’ The last line in the book is a black smudge with the words ‘It can always be worse.”

… before I get too carried away with the Keanu bashing (it’s just so much fun though, and he takes it so well) the book was written with tongue firmly planted in cheek as Reeves pokes fun at the “Sad Keanumeme which had internet denizens photoshopping a pensive looking Reeves eating a sandwich into a myriad of famous photos.

*Really? A heroin addicted cyborg dolphin? Sometimes I think we give William Gibson too much credit.

Chilean poet Gonzalo Rojas dies at 93

Monday, April 25th, 2011

Chilean poet Gonzalo Rojas, one of Latin America’s great voices in poetry, has died at the age of 93. Rojas won many literary awards, including the 2003 Cervantes Prize – the No.1 award in Spanish-language literature.