A writer in multiple genres, Gander is noted for his collaborations with photographers such as Sally Mann and Graciela Iturbide and with the dancers Eiko & Koma. He is a United States Artists Rockefeller Fellow and the recipient of fellowships from the Library of Congress, the National Endowment for the Arts, the John Simon Guggenheim Foundation, The Whiting Foundation, and the Howard Foundation. He is the Adele Kellenberg Seaver Professor of Literary Arts and Comparative Literatures at Brown University in Rhode Island
Gander is a translator with a particular interest in poetry from Spain, Latin America, and Japan. Besides editing two anthologies of Mexican poetry, Gander has translated discrete volumes by Mexican poets [1] Pura López Colomé, [2] Coral Bracho (PEN Translation Finalist for “Firefly Under the Tongue”), and [3] Alfonso D’Aquino. With Kyoko Yoshida, Gander translated Spectacle & Pigsty: Selected Poems of Kiwao Nomura (OmniDawn, 2011), winner of the 2012 Best Translated Book Award. The second book of his translations, with Kent Johnson, of Bolivian poet Jaime Saenz, The Night (Princeton, 2007), received a PEN Translation Award. Gander’s critically acclaimed translations of the Chilean Nobel Laureate Pablo Neruda are included in The Essential Neruda: Selected Poems (City Lights, 2004).
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Train Journey and Other Haiku by Nancy May
train journey
I have enough money
for no return
church yard
of those in residence
none have regret
a clock face
says the same time
each day
winter sunset
reflection in the mirror
twenty year pass
conversation
traffic lights switch
winter rain
leaking roof
the wasp’s wake up call
spring rain
Nancy May has haiku published in Haiku Journal, Three Line Poetry, Poetry Quarterly, Inclement Poetry, Twisted Dreams Magazine, Vox Poetica, Eskimo Pie, Icebox, Dark Pens, Daily Love, Leaves of Ink, The Blue Hour Magazine, Kernels, Mused – The BellaOnline Literary Review, Writer’s Haven, Dead Snakes, Danse Macabre – An Online Literary Magazine, High Coupe, A Handful of Stones, Lyrical Passion Poetry E-Zine, UFO Gigolo, 50 Haikus, The Germ, Boston Literary Review and Be Happy Zone. Haiku will soon appear in Every Day Poets, Cattails, M58 and Poems and Poetry. She is a monthly contributor at The Camel Saloon.
She has reached The Heron’s Nest consideration stage twice and the Chrysanthemum consideration stage once.
She is working on her first haiku collection.
James Joyce Reads ‘Anna Livia Plurabelle’ from Finnegans Wake
James Joyce was born in Dublin on February 2, 1882, and wrote in A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man: “Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.”
This is an August 1929 recording of Joyce reading a melodious passage from the “Anna Livia Plurabelle” chapter of his Work in Progress, which would be published ten years later as Finnegans Wake. The recording was made in Cambridge, England, at the arrangement of Joyce’s friend and publisher Sylvia Beach. “How beautiful the ‘Anna Livia’ recording is,” wrote Beach in her memoir, Shakespeare and Company, “and how amusing Joyce’s rendering of an Irish washerwoman’s brogue!”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k1FcSGDgU8Q#t=148
Deich bPunt – The Irish Ten-Pound note, first issued in 1993. Both sides are depicted, the front with Joyce’s portrait, and the back a tribute to Anna Livia Plurabelle. (This note almost did not make it back to the States – by our last day in Ireland, it quickly became, let us say, emergency funds; and was nearly traded for a bottle of duty-free on the way out of the country….) http://www.themodernword.com/joyce/joyce_images.html
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Samarium, “Periodic Table of Poetry” poem by Chicago poet Janet Kuypers
Samarium
Janet Kuypers
from the “Periodic Table of Poetry” series (#62, Sm)
(based on the poem “And I’m Wondering”)
10/1/13
I’m wondering if there’s something
chemical that brings us together,
something that brings us to our knees,
something that sucks us in…
Your stare from a distance haunts me;
I know that your look lasts longer
than the Universe itself, so, if we join,
would we stay together forever?
I’m wondering if you’re sensing what I’m
sensing, is it just me, am I making this all up
in my head, or when I glance up and catch your
eyes, do you see how you’ve taken hold of me?
I look at you and think that you’re supposed
to be the one that’s good for everyone else,
that you’re supposed go out of your way to help
everyone else, and the one thing I do know
is that you don’t break down like everyone
else seems to with me, so maybe this attraction
to you might not cause to you leave me.
Maybe you’ll absorb me in, neutron by neutron.
Because really, I’m wondering if it could work out
this time, if we’d have one of those relationships
that no one ever doubts, especially us,
because we know we’ll always be in love…
I’ve been so drawn to you, you have that effect
on me, I can’t help it. This magnetism
is undeniable, the heat you generate can actually
ignite in the air with me. Maybe that’s why
I’ve been wondering why I felt the need
to take your cigarette and inhale, exhale,
while the filter was still warm from
your lips, there just seconds before.
I’ve seen you work well with others. My loved
ones with cancer, you could even help them.
It makes me a little jealous, because I’ve been
so drawn to you that I want you for myself.
Because really, when I catch your eyes from
across the room, when I see your eyes dart away,
when I feel this chemical reaction, well,
what I’m wondering is, do you feel it too.
BEAST LANGUAGE by IMRE LODBROG
BEAST LANGUAGE
BABY YOU SQUEAL AND YAWN AND BARK AND HOWL
I CAN’T MAKE IT OF A WORD YOU SAY BUT IT SURE IS
GOOD MUSIC TO MY EARS COOLNESS TO MY HEART
AND BABY WHEN YOU WHISTLE YOU’RE ON TOP OF MY CHARTS
THE BEAST LANGUAGE IS THE BEST LANGUAGE
TO TALK ABOUT STUFF LIKE LOVE AND RAGE
BABY I MOO AND CROAK AND ROAR AND GROWL
COS THERE ARE NO WORDS TO TELL AND THERE’S NOTHING TO BE SAID
BLOOD RUNS HOT RIVER RUNS DRY
SOMETIMES YOU WANNA YELL AND YOU DON’T KNOW WHY
SO THE BEST LANGUAGE IS THE BEAST LANGUAGE
SET THE LION FREE AND GET OUT THE CAGE
BABY WE MOAN AND CROW AND SQUEAL AND GROAN
THAT’S THE WAY THE BODY EXPRESSES THE SOUL
GOOD MUSIC FOR THE NIGHT WHEN THE NIGHT GETS DARK
WE CAN HAVE IT NOISY OR SILENT AS A SHARK
THE BEAST LANGUAGE IS THE BEST LANGUAGE
REMEMBER WE ALL ARE CHILDREN OF THE STONE-AGE