Clayton Eshleman
Biographic Data
| ID | 975675 |
|---|---|
| NAME | Clayton Eshleman |
| GIVEN NAMES | Clayton |
| FAMILY NAME | Eshleman |
| SIGNATURE | ESHLEMAN C |
| VERIFIED | No |
| TOTAL WORKS | 33 |
| TOTAL CITATIONS | 0 |
| WORKS AS AUTHOR | 33 |
| WORKS AS EDITOR | 0 |
| FIRST PUBLICATION YEAR | 1974 |
| LATEST PUBLICATION YEAR | 2009 |
| H-INDEX | 0 |
Octavio's Labyrinth
Aimé Césaire's Lost, Found, Scattered Body
Aimé Césaire’s Lost, Found, Scattered Body Clayton Eshleman (bio) While co-translating The Collected Poetry of Aimé Césaire with Annette Smith in the late 1970s/early 1980s, I met with Césaire twice on my own, each time with a list of words that we needed his help with. We would meet in a café near the Sorbonne in Paris. The third time the poet agreed to respond to questions; in the summer of 1982, Annette and the scholar A. James Arnold joined u…
The Automatic Crystal
Callaloo - Volume 24, Number 3, Summer 2001
Wifredo Lam
Aimé Césaire, a reknowned politician, scholar and poet, was born in 1913 in Martinique. He is perhaps best known for Return to My Native Land (1939), Discourse on Colonialism (1955), and A Tempest (1968), an adaptation of Shakespeare's The Tempest. Many of his poems are reprinted in Aimé Césaire: Collected Works. With Léopold Senghor, he founded Negritude, an influential movement to restore the cultural identity of black Africans, and began the j…
Your Portrait
Dire Choir
Collected Poetry
Qui Donc, Qui Donc…/Who Then, Who Then
The Poetry of Aime Cesaire
Samba
An Neuf/New Year
Indivisible
Aux Ecluses du Vide/At the Locks of the Void
Totem
Interlude
Ton Portrait/Your Portrait
Precepte/Precept
La Roue/The Wheel
Le Cristal Automatique/The Automatic Crystal
Depuis Akkad, Depuis Elam, Depuis Summer/All the Way from Akkad, from Elam, from Summer
Nocturne d'une Nostalgie/Nocturne of a Nostalgia
Calme/Calm
Wifredo Lam
Cesar Vallejo. The Complete Posthumous Poetry
Study of a Shadow
and that is where I err, I step between him and his shadow, but it's my moment, not his, yet if I don't it's awful to watch a man with his shadow bagging out, a residue, yet living, as if there were a butchered still alive creature, completely made of organs, in that bag which comes out of him where were he pure animal, a tail might be; for the shadow when it is not worn as aura and thus the contact point between others, is
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Hart Crane
A Mint Quality
Charlie Parker
Van Gogh
The Gull Wall
In autumn of 1960, after I had spent a summer in Mexico writing what I felt were my first real poems, Paul Blackburn and I had lunch at a place in New York City he refers to in his own poetry as the bakery. At end of lunch I showed him some of my poems, and after reading Very Old Woman he looked up at me with a big grin on his face and with some superlative exclamation blew me a kiss. By doing so at just right time he confirmed fact that I had, o…
Study of a Shadow
and that is where I err, I step between him and his shadow, but it's my moment, not his, yet if I don't it's awful to watch a man with his shadow bagging out, a residue, yet living, as if there were a butchered still alive creature, completely made of organs, in that bag which comes out of him where were he pure animal, a tail might be; for the shadow when it is not worn as aura and thus the contact point between others, is
The Lorca Working
In second letter in Admonitions (1958), Jack Spicer writes: Halfway through After Lorca I discovered that I was writing a book instead of a series of poems, and later, in same letter: all my stuff from past (except Elegies and Troilus) looks foul to me. The poems belong nowhere. Apparently Spicer felt that he had found his own while composing After Lorca. He referred to this way as the serial and it seems to me that if working in series, as oppos…
Study for a Portrait of Norman Glass
have stayed with you, not simply led and left you there, but that would have seemed ridiculous, since you went there, asked me to show you the nearest pissoir, to pick someone up. I keep coming back to saying goodnight to you, as if I had walked you home, shaking hands under the street lamp, starting back down rue Ravignan, glancing back you alone standing beside the pissoir; at that moment its shape dilated confessional, bat winged thing drizzle…
Seven Poems from Payroll of Bones
Cesar Vallejo. The Complete Posthumous Poetry
Collected Poetry
Qui Donc, Qui Donc…/Who Then, Who Then
The Poetry of Aime Cesaire
Samba
An Neuf/New Year
Indivisible
Aux Ecluses du Vide/At the Locks of the Void
Totem
Interlude
Ton Portrait/Your Portrait
Precepte/Precept
La Roue/The Wheel
Le Cristal Automatique/The Automatic Crystal
Depuis Akkad, Depuis Elam, Depuis Summer/All the Way from Akkad, from Elam, from Summer
Nocturne d'une Nostalgie/Nocturne of a Nostalgia
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