#keith waldrop

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Milestone Monday

Today, December 11th, we celebrate the birthday of acclaimed poet Keith Waldrop (1932-2023). Waldrop was a prominent voice in American poetry and renowned translator of French literature. He was known for writing poetry that expressed a fascination with the world and philosophical perspectives. Waldrop met his wife Rosmarie (b. 1935) while stationed in Germany during the 1950’s and the two established Burning Deck Press in 1961 after settling in Providence, RI. The press was committed to publishing experimental poetry and prose for fifty-six years and closed in 2017. 

In honor of Waldrop’s birthday, we’re sharing Letters from Rosmarie & Keith Waldrop. Published in 1970 by Burning Deck in an edition of 500 copies, Letters from Rosmarie & Keith Waldrop is a collection of concrete poetry that plays with the visual elements of typography. The couple collaborated on the book, alternating the authorship of each page to create a delightful conversation and graphic menagerie. Special Collections holds several of Keith and Rosmarie’s collaborations and over 120 Burning imprints accessible here. 

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– Jenna, Special Collections Graduate Intern 

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[bibliomancyoracle]

modest success with a late

parasitic moth we will soon

find out if all this

is true

. . .

from "Advances" by Keith Waldrop

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Keith Waldrop // "Lullaby in January" [ID in alt text]

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A poem by Keith Waldrop

Poet

The wind dying, I find a city deserted, except for crowds of people moving and standing.    Those standing resemble stories, like stones, coal from the death of plants, bricks in the shape of teeth.    I begin now to write down all the places I have not been— starting with the most distant.    I build houses that I will not inhabit.

Keith Waldrop

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Georg Trakl "Summer", translated by Keith Waldrop

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Antonio Velardo shares: Keith Waldrop, Professor and Award-Winning Poet, Dies at 90 by Neil Genzlinger

By Neil Genzlinger He won the National Book Award for poetry in 2009, having first been nominated 40 years earlier. He taught at Brown University for four decades. Published: August 12, 2023 at 03:10PM from NYT Books https://ift.tt/4wxTqgV via IFTTT

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Keith Waldrop RIP

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A Poetics of the Press: Interviews with Poets, Printers, & Publishers, Edited by Kyle Schlesinger, Ugly Duckling Presse, Brooklyn, NY, and Cuneiform Press, Victoria, TX, 2021. Contributors include: Keith & Rosmarie Waldrop, Tom Raworth, Lyn Hejinian, Alan Loney, Mary Laird, Jonathan Greene, Alastair Johnston, Johanna Drucker, Phil Gallo, Steve Clay, Charles Alexander, Annabel Lee, Inge Bruggeman, Matvei Yankelevich, Anna Moschovakis, Aaron Cohick, and Scott Pierce

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Malachite green, Armenian blue, red earths in abundance, vermilion like a drug.

Keith Waldrop, from “Below the Earth”

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exposition | anne-marie albiach, vers ce cercle, textes et éditions

exposition | anne-marie albiach, vers ce cercle, textes et éditions

EXPOSITION | ANNE-MARIE ALBIACH, VERS CE CERCLE, TEXTES ET ÉDITIONS Du samedi 20 novembre 2021 au samedi 5 février 2022 Cette exposition, qui s’inscrit dans la série des Diagonale de la bibliothèque initiée par le Cipm il y a trois ans, est en très grande partie élaborée à partir des collections du Cipm, et ici particulièrement de la donation de l’intégralité de la bibliothèque d’Anne-Marie…

[bibliomancyoracle]

we have lived

on a ladder to

the window of a

room to which

the key is lost

. . .

from "Diminished Galleries" by Keith Waldrop

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Keith Waldrop, “A Matter of Collage”:

Things seem to collect around me, wherever I go, in the same way ideas occur as if from nowhere, and since I have always balked at throwing anything out I sometimes imagine my house simply a context for unexpected items. I write under much the same compulsion: whether local images or abstract concepts, whatever interests me I hold on to as best I can and a poem is my formal grip. Everyone knows how a painter can put the most disparate things into a single picture—Jesus Christ, for instance, along with a Dutch windmill—and they are seen then in a single light.

[...]

ANTIQUARY

Some people try, before cashing in, to make their lives into shrines. Mine seems to be turning out, as predicted, a small provincial museum, the kind that might have in some corner or other one work you could be interested in, if you knew it was there.

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Baudelaire’s Moon

it was late; like a brand new medal, the full moon sprawled on

the night’s solemnity, like a river, streamed over sleeping Paris          

–Baudelaire, tr. Keith Waldrop