The Piquerary twins remain, for the English-speaking world, among the undiscovered gems of Belgian surrealist writing, despite the presence of their work in Poetry magazine, Exquisite Corpse, and elsewhere. I wrote a short introduction to their work a few years ago, for those who might be interested. But perhaps the best way to get to know Gabriel and Marcel Piqueray is from this wonderful reading of a prose poem of theirs I translated with Jean-Luc Garneau. It's an odd piece, more or less in the mode of Kafka's parables, and is read, here, by the actor Samuel West.
Showing posts with label Belgian Surrealism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Belgian Surrealism. Show all posts
Friday, September 27, 2013
Hierarchy: A Night
The Piquerary twins remain, for the English-speaking world, among the undiscovered gems of Belgian surrealist writing, despite the presence of their work in Poetry magazine, Exquisite Corpse, and elsewhere. I wrote a short introduction to their work a few years ago, for those who might be interested. But perhaps the best way to get to know Gabriel and Marcel Piqueray is from this wonderful reading of a prose poem of theirs I translated with Jean-Luc Garneau. It's an odd piece, more or less in the mode of Kafka's parables, and is read, here, by the actor Samuel West.
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Belgian Surrealism Conquers the Airwaves! I Become Janet Malcom!
What could possibly be better than midcentury
Belgian surrealist prose poetry? Belgian surrealist prose poetry read on
the BBC! Zip forward to the 1:02 mark of this BBC "Words and
Music" broadcast to hear the great Samuel West read a
translation I did with Jean-Luc Garneau of "Hierarchy: A Night," a
little Kafkaesque number by Gabriel and Marcel Piqueray.
In other news, Ian
Duhig has some nice things to say about my book The Poet Resigns. He says I
write "clearly and without jargon about modern
poetry with a firm grasp of its historical roots." He also notes
that I "caused something of a furore" with my article on Cambridge
poetry, despite being quite sympathetic to it, and offers the kind of praise I
like best when he says " I don’t agree with everything on this book,
but I do recommmend it without qualification." (Well, okay, that's the
kind of praise I like second best — what I really like is Michael Robbins'
comment that I am "The slobby poor white guy's Janet Malcolm").
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