Jonathan Williams (1) (1929–2008)
Autore di A Palpable Elysium: Portraits of Genius and Solitude
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Fonte dell'immagine: NEW DIRECTIONS
Opere di Jonathan Williams
Epitaphs for Lorine 5 copie
Dear world, forget it! love, Mnemosyne: A range of letters, 1984-85 : plus a few elusive items (1985) 4 copie
Only Forty Minutes More 4 copie
A Blue Ridge Weather Prophet Makes Twelve Stitches in Time on the Twelfth Day of Christmas. (1977) 4 copie
HORNY & ORNERY: POEMS OF SOLACE IN DESOLATE TIMES BY A GENTLEMAN OF THE SOUTH. Avec un Petit Prelude par James… (1994) 4 copie
Who Is Little Enis? 3 copie
And He Hath Sown 2 copie
An Omen for Stevie Smith 2 copie
Pairidaeza : a celebration in lithography and poetry for the Garden at Levens Hall, Westmorland, by Ian Gardner and… (1975) 2 copie
Taoist Foretaste of Springtime 1 copia
Poet's Poems No. 12 1 copia
A Hairy Coat Near Yanwath Yat 1 copia
Some Jazz From The Baz: Excperts from Basil Bunting's Letters to Jonathan Williams: 1963-1985 1 copia
Odilon Redon! Edon an Eidolon 1 copia
TSM (1917-1962) 1 copia
Strung Out With Elgar 1 copia
LTGD: Lullabies Twisters Gibbers Drags (à la Manière de M. Louis Moreau Gottschalk, Late of the City of New Orleans)… (1963) 1 copia
Jargon Billboard #3 1 copia
Jargon Billboard #2 1 copia
Jargon Billboard #1 1 copia
A new poem 1 copia
Ray's Grays 1 copia
The Jargon Society 1951-75 1 copia
A glory about to be revealed 1 copia
T. Ben Williams 1 copia
Five Clerihews 1 copia
Texas Quarterly 1 copia
Opere correlate
Led Astray by Language — Collaboratore — 1 copia
Vort #4, Fall 1973 — Collaboratore — 1 copia
Etichette
Informazioni generali
- Data di nascita
- 1929-03-08
- Data di morte
- 2008-03-16
- Sesso
- male
- Nazionalità
- USA
- Luogo di nascita
- Asheville, North Carolina, USA
- Luogo di morte
- Highlands, North Carolina, USA
- Luogo di residenza
- Scaly Mountain, North Carolina, USA
Yorkshire Dales, England, UK
Highlands, North Carolina, USA - Istruzione
- Princeton University
Atelier 17
Institute of Design (Chicago)
Black Mountain College - Attività lavorative
- publisher
poet
photographer
essayist
Utenti
Recensioni
What a retrospective book with snapshots should be and similar to Rodman's.
I have mixed emotions on this one, mostly because Mr. Williams is all over the place with his writing. He's crazy and absurd on 1 page and intricate and complex on another (although the latter appears very infrequently.) Mostly I thought the poetry was odd and strange and really not all that poetic. He did, however, keep my attention...if not only for the simple fact that I was curious just what on earth he'd say next. Not recommended...but not exactly a complete was of time either.
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Ape | Apr 17, 2010 |
Ape | Apr 17, 2010 | 
What a great poetic and literary sensibility, which can write in pithy essays.
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Statistiche
- Opere
- 120
- Opere correlate
- 11
- Utenti
- 633
- Popolarità
- #39,816
- Voto
- 4.1
- Recensioni
- 8
- ISBN
- 73
- Lingue
- 1
- Preferito da
- 4
Who Is Little Enis? by Jonathan Williams
Little Enis is
"one hunnert an' 80lbs of
dynamite
with a 9-inch
fuse"
his real name is
Carlos Toadvine
which his wife Irma Jean
pronounces Carlus
Carlos says
Toadaveenie is a eyetalyun name,
used to be lots of 'em
around these parts
Ed McClanahan is the World's Leading Little Enis freak
and all this information comes from a weekend in Winston
with Big Ed telling the lore of Lexington, Kentucky,
which is where Enis has been hanging it out for years and years,
at Boot's Bar and Giuseppe's Villa and now The Embers,
pickin' and singin' rockabilly style
Carlus ain't what he was
according to Irma Jean's accounts
(and even to his own):
he was sittin' there one night in the kitchen at home
tellin' stories and talkin' trash about Irma Jean --
with her right there with her hair put up in them pink plastic curlers --
about how these days how he likes to pop it to her dog-style
just now and again and how she likes it pretty damn well
when they wander all over the house
and end up in the living room corner --
"I'm just afraid Carlus will run us out the door and down the street
opposite the automatic laundry . . ."
The 9-inch fuse hung down Enis' right leg
is called, familiarly,
Ol' Blue
Ol' Blue used to be in the pink --
way in
Blue has a head on him like a tom-cat
and ribs like a hongry hound
and he used to get so hard
a cat
couldn't
scratch it . . .
but now that Enis has the cirrhosis
and takes all these harmones
Ol' Blue just don't
stand up like a little man
and cut the mustard
anymore
but Enis will smile and say
let's all have a drink, maybe I can drown thatthere liver of ours,
it's no bigger'n a dime nohow anymore, it just floats in there . . .
Hey, Blue, let's shake that thing!
Turn loose this oldie by my boy Elvis,
a golden oldie --
let's go, Blue!
And off they go
into the wild Blue-
Grass . . .
Carlos & Blue,
thinking of you . . .
hail & farewell!… (altro)