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Center for the Art of Translation...Party!

This Friday from 6:30pm-8:0pm the Center for the Art of Translation will host a "celebration of global voices in Times Square with acclaimed authors and translators from 15 years of TWO LINES: World Writing in Translation."  Readers will include:

Suzanne Jill Levine reading JORGE VOLPI (from Spanish)
Geoffrey Brock reading GUIDO GOZZANO (from Italian)
Alexis Levitin reading ASTRID CABRAL (from Portuguese)
Susan Bernofsky reading YOKO TAWADA (from German)
Trudy Balch reading MATILDA KOEN-SARANO (from Ladino)
Douglas Basford reading JEAN SENAC (from French)

Also, there will be a tribute to special guest Gregory Rabassa.  (He was unable to attend A Tribute to Robert Fagles a little while ago, to my disappointment, so fingers crossed.)

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Also, I'm very happy to read that the University of Michigan's department of English is holding a conference March 6-7 called "Writing in Public: A Celebration of Karl Pohrt," who is founder and owner of Shaman Drum Shop, Ann Arbor, MI.  Read more about the even and Karl here.  I've been lucky enough to work with him on Reading the World.  This celebration is much deserved.

Much Ado

To relieve my inbox of what ails it, here's a highly incoherent post (My Outlook inbox has become the barometer of my anxiety level.  How terrible is that?  I'm too sensitive for all these e-mails.  What are they really saying!?)

Okay, retournons à nos moutons:

The war of the War & Peace's continues!  We never wanted to pick a fight, but, as these things go, it was picked for us. Newsweek runs a feature this week. Galleycat weights one side with links. And Publishers Weekly reports.

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The 2007 Lenore Marshall Poetry Prize, which honors the most outstanding book of poetry published the previous year, went to Alice Notley's Grave of Light: New and Selected Poems 1970-2005 (Wesleyan University Press).

Judge Marie Ponsot had this to say, "[Notley's] poems give us thirty-five years of political, personal, death-defying engagement.  The nature Notley most loves is human nature.  That urban passion propels her speculative dramas of gender, class, and race; of Vietnam and Iraq; of schemes of power and the claims of art.  Ardent and agile, she is willing to cry out, to drift, to stammer, so as to put every turn of language to her use.  Her aim is to speak to everyone; her book shows her success."

The prize is sponsored by the Academy of American Poets and carries a $25,000 award.

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Did you know that HC United, HarperCollins 6-time-defending Metro League soccer champions, has a fight song?  I didn't until last week when it was composed by our friend Brock.  As you listen, please note that we're singing about the "Libro League" not about the unfortunate, though reasonably successful, league of another era.  Download h_c_fightsong_rough1.mp3

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I received an e-mail about the launch of Literary Comments, a site run by Daniel E. Levenson, author of the poetry collection Are These My Lions?

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Stephen Burt reviews Time & Materials by Robert Hass for the NY Times: "The Limits of Influence".

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Thomas Fink interviews Noah Eli Gordon at E-X-C-H-A-N-G-E-V-A-L-U-E-S.  Follow the link to read more thoughtful questions like the one below (there are answers too):

TF: Novel Pictorial Noise (New York: Harper Perennial, 2007), selected for the National Poetry Series by John Ashbery, consists of fifty prose-poems, each a page or less in length and each followed by a line or two or three or sometimes more of verse. Sheila E. Murphy’s “American Haibun” is a prose-paragraph followed by one line, but your approach is more variable. I like what Ashbery has to say about this in his blurb—that “each prose-bloc” is “modified or modulated by the ghostly fragments that interleave them,” and the ghostliness often has to do with grammatical anomalies, like two prepositions in direct proximity that don’t normally interact. The modifications that Ashbery talks about are mysterious to me; how did you establish a relationship between the paragraphs and the verse, at least in your own mind?

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Finally, stretch your legs and make an event.  The American Academy of Poets offers proof of a busy October.  Academy events, Non-Academy events.

Dylan Thomas: The Caedmon Collection

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This from the backlist (2004) -- Dylan Thomas: The Caedmon Collection.  Introduced by Billy Collins from previously published LP liner notes.  I've been dabbling with recorded poetry the last few months, both listening and attempting to gather new readings, and it seemed like the thing to have.  According to Collins's introduction, here you'll find "a collection of top-drawer Dylan Thomas...the Caruso of the spoken word in peerless perfomance of his and other's works."  Those others include W.H. Auden, W.B. Yeats, Shakespeare, and, to my personal delight, Djuna Barnes.  He reads "Watchman, What of the Night?" a chapter from Barnes's exceptional work, Nightwood.  Below you'll find two audio excerpts:

Billy Collins's Introduction to Disc 1:
Download 01_a_childs_christmas_in_wales.wma

"Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night":
Download 03_do_not_go_gentle_into_that_goodnight.wma

Due to rain...

Charles Simic's reading tonight has been moved to Barnes & Noble, 555 5th Avenue at 46th Street.  The reading will be on the second floor at 6:30pm.  Sponsored by the Academy of American Poets and the Bryant Park Restoration Project.

11th Street Bar - tonight

Galway Kinnell, Tom Sleigh, and Josephine Dickinson will read at The Reading Between A and B at the 11th Street Bar.  Starts at 7:30pm.

An Interview: Mark Doty

006117100x_2Dog Years, a new memoir from poet Mark Doty, tells the story of Doty's life with his beloved retrievers, Arden and Beau.  It is a poignant, perceptive meditation on life, death, and the nature of canine companionship.  Even as a non-dog person, due to hyperactive histamines, I was completely taken with this story.  It transcends any categorization one might want to make based on its subject.  Doty offers wisdom and insight beyond genre.  So to help kick-off NPM, he kindly answered a few of my questions.

Michael Signorelli: You write both poetry and memoir.  Why do you alternate between the two?  What does memoir afford you that poetry doesn't?

Mark Doty: More space!  I often write long-ish poems, but no matter the length, there's a kind of intense compression a poem requires, and there's a limit to the amount of narrative and of meditation that you can put into a lyric without it losing its tension and sagging.  In memoir, I feel I have room to spread out, wander a little, and let that wandering deepen things.  In Dog Years, for instance, there are a couple of Emily Dickinson poems and some talk about them, there's a little travel writing, and some consideration of the nature of the relationship between people and canines.  I'd be hard pressed to do that in a poem.

But I respond to the intense focus of poetry, too, and the music of it, so I always find myself drawn back.

MS: In between each chapter of Dog Years you've written an "Entr'acte."  What are these doing in the book?

MD: I like how in very old-fashioned plays there used to be these little side entertainments between the main acts -- little diversions or sideshows.  I wanted to make a kind of breathing space, writing these little bits that behave kind of like prose poems in between the chapters.

MS: What of the "not-to-be-narrated cats"?  You write that for dogs, "some of the terms we'd use to describe a human character (observant, thoughtful, desiring) are the best we can do to name their not quite knowable inner lives."  Do cats not allow for the same type of emotional graphing?  Or are they all just bitches?

MD: You know, I felt that I was already asking a lot of the reader to go with me on a full-length book in which I chronicled my relationship with two pets.  So I felt if I put my OTHER two pets in there it was just going to be over the top.  Then once I called them "not-to-be-narrated" it became a running joke.  They're hiding in the background, which of course cats like to do.

MS: Were you worred that this book -- given the success of you-know-who -- might be automatically categorized as a "dog book"?  Do you care if it is?

MD: I started writing Dog Years before the big dog book wave, and now it feels weird that there's about to be a dog movie wave, too -- with films coming out called Year of the Dog and A Dog Year.  I am either right in synch with the zeitgeist or a pulse behind it!

In truth, I don't care too much.  People will come to this book from different angles -- because they like dogs, because they know me as a poet, because they read one of my other prose books, and that's all fine with me.  People who just want to read about retrievers may be surprised to find themselves reading about, say, Emily Dickinson and drag queens impersonating Judy Garland, but I'm guessing that a lot of them will enjoy the adventure.  After all, dogs often take you places you wouldn't go otherwise.

Mark Doty will sign books this Saturday, April 7th, 2pm, at Three Lives Bookstore (154 W. 10th Street)

April, no, don't say it.

The month of April is leering at me from Sunday.  The bitch.  It's like a terribly attractive girl, coquetting with her light clothing and smooth skin, but with the unmistakable air of having TOO MUCH GOING ON.  Here are a few of the many happenings invading my mindspace (most, obviously, in collusion with National Poetry Month):

NATIONAL POETRY MONTH/April (what's everybody doing?)

Academy of American Poets, the inaugurator of NPM in 1996, will run a poem-a-day program and a "star-studded celebration of American poetry" at Lincoln Center on April 11th.  It also has a National Poetry Map listing events in every state.

A Public Space, the flippin-fantastic lit mag, will host a "month-long series of poetry readings...at [their] Dean Street office."

Tartan Week hits NYC like a sack of heavy Scottish rocks.  The festivities will last from March 31-April 8 and include The Isle of Jura Festival of Scottish Writing, which will "celebrate and promote Scotland's world-class literary heritage again this year with a showcase of literary genius."  Just try and pass that up.  To whet your appetite, visit "Viva Caledonia: a multi-media showcase, celebrating the cutting edge of Scottish creative talent" over at the Mad Hatter's Review.

PEN/World Voices: The New York Festival of International Literature happens April 24-29.  I attended a number events last year and am very excited to do so again.  The number of events and participating authors is staggering.  Luckily it's over three week away, so there's some time to plan your approach (or not).

And that's news to me.

John Ashbery and Ron Padgett...

...read tomorrow night, March 27th at 6:30pm, at The Drawing Center, 35 Wooster Street, New York, NY.  To kick-off National Poetry Month a few days early and to celebrate "the work of two New York School poets known for revitalizing poetry as ground for serious play," Ashbery will read from his new volume A Worldly Country and Padgett "will read from a new selection of [Kenneth] Koch's work he has edited for the Library of America."  So, to be clear, it's Ashbery and Koch we're celebrating.  Though, I might celebrate Padgett a little bit too; it'll depend on the weather.

The full linkage can be found here.

Recap: The Herbert Tribute

I don't think I have the perspective (nor the right, really) to write a narrative recap of last night's tribute to Zbigniew Herbert.  It was a genuine celebration of heritage, of friendship, of endurance.  I was an outsider just happy to eavesdrop--even if I didn't know what they were saying half the time.

Elzbieta Matynia, a professor at the New School, after making her opening remarks, played a recording of Zbigniew reading "Two Drops."  His voice came through the speakers as a thick-throated growl, distressing the air between his molars and tongue, breaking it up like, I don't know, rocks.  (Some people have it, I don't.)  It lent a reverential and fond tone to the readings that followed.

Bob Kerrey, President of the New School; the actress Elzbieta Czyzewska; Edward Hirsch, President of the Guggenheim Foundation; the political writer Adam Michnik; Alice Quinn, you know; poet Adam Zagajewski; and Alissa Valles, the wonderful translator and editor of this Collection; each spoke in turn about Herbert and their relationship to his work, and each read a poem or two.

The tribute truly took shape during the panel discussion when Adam Zagajewski and Adam Michnik had a spirited exchange over the value of Herbert's poetics.  Zagajewski said that "Herbert is about the hesitation."  By remaining between meanings, between aesthetics, "Herbert acheives the boundaries of poetry."  He consented that "Adam [Michnik] won't agree with me, but he doesn't understand English so well."  This got laughs, of course, from me and everybody.  Matynia whispered a translation to Michnik a moment later and he lit up with a smile.

To avoid getting squishy with emotion, I'll stop myself there.  In lieu of full disclosure, pay a visit to the Transregional Center for Democratic Studies or buy the book.

Enter the Buk - below.

Remainders

Here's a review by Benjamin Ivry of Herbert's Collected, "The Sparring Poet: Zbigniew Herbert," which ran in The New York Sun on Wednesday.  It's 90% positive, fully in regards to Herbert's poetry, but not so much toward the introduction by Adam Zagajewski.  Ivry writes:

Less can be said for the gimmicky, affected preface by Adam Zagajewski, who trivializes Herbert by comparing him to Dickens's Mr. Pickwick — Herbert could be like Micawber, perhaps, but Pickwick, never! Mr. Zagajewski offers whiny, myth-making baloney — the kind Herbert spent his life struggling against — depicting poets as helpless, pitiful beings incapable of solid erudition.

Nothing left implicit there.  I wouldn't describe myself as someone who cozies up to my detractors (ones indirect or not), but a tingle of respect quivered near the back of my head, since Ivry helped translate a full book of poems by Zagajewski, Canvas, yet shows not the slightest hesitation calling him out.  Maybe it wasn't respect exactly, more like a nod to his boldness.  I cannot, however, commend the use of emotive words like "gimmicky," "whiny," and "baloney" in what should be an objective critical take.

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070206_cl_jorgeluisborgestnWhereas Clive James's essay "Borges' bad politics" lead a blade to my heart.  It's less a piece of literary criticism than it is a moral charting of Borges' invovlement with Argentine politics.  I only recently picked up The Collected Fictions of Jorge Luis Borges (as I noted in an earlier post) and have been absolutely mesmerized.  I've been particularly taken with the stories collected in The Garden of Forking Paths (1941).  It's a personal rarity to move so quickly and with such enthusiasm through a thick, collected tome.  I mentioned this to a colleague the other day and he saw fit that he color my enthusiasms with some hard reality.

In 1979, when Borges wrote his homage to Victoria Ocampo (the founder of the cosmopolitan magazine Sur) in which this revealing passage appeared, the Argentine junta was doing its obscene worst. Surrounded by horror, Borges either hadn't noticed or—a hard imputation, yet harder still to avoid—he knew something about it and thought it could be excused.

The essay debates whether his inaction was a result of cluelessness, apathy, or dedication to a timeless Platonic ideal.  In any event, Borges failed to exercise his influence as an international persona for the cause of his people.  I can relate.  I mean, who wants to be bothered?  James, though, not without a heavy heart, condemns him as "a slow pupil" who "can perhaps be forgiven for his ringing endorsement of Gen. Pinochet's activities in Chile...But within Argentina, there are some distinguished minds that have had to work hard to see their greatest writer sub specie aeternitatis [lit: "under the aspect of eternity"] without wishing his pusillanimity to be enrolled along with his prodigious talent." It has put a damper on my formerly cheerful saunter through his work.

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Bud is always coming up with fun stuff to do.  Today he prompts bloggers to list their Top Ten Works of Fiction in response to Norton's The Top Ten: Writers Pick Their Favorite Books.  I'm going to give it a shot over the weekend.  What's stopping you?  Nothing.  There's nothing stopping you.

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