And the Word
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And the Word

Poems by Cid Corman

“To read Corman is to become conscious of one’s breathing, how slightly it separates us from things like stones. The purest language, in minimal lines like those of Williams or Creeley, makes one think of other arts in their purity: a clean tone of harpsichord of music, or flute, or lute, or Matisse colors, or sumi painting or the Zen archer, shooting well.” —Alicia Ostriker, Partisan Review

January 1987
6 x 9 | 144 pages
Paperback Original

ISBN: 978-0-918273-34-5.

$8.95

Description

“Cid Corman’s characteristic poem of the last 10 years (roughly the period since he went to live in Japan) has a somewhat Oriental look about it: brief lines, measured by syllabic count, with much interplay of tones and accents usually turning on a point of acute perception. But don’t mistake it for the schmaltz that passes as Orientalism in most American translations and imitations. Corman came from New England originally, he lived in Europe for some years before moving to Japan, and I detect in his work a Yankee toughness and existential lucidity that raise it far about trivia. . . . Corman’s questions speak what whole libraries have debated about contemporary experience. And they show his method very well—conflict, balance, compression. . . .” —Hayden Carruth, The New York Times Book Review

Awards

1988 The Boston Globe Literary Press Award for Poetry Finalist

Reviews

“To read Corman is to become conscious of one’s breathing, how slightly it separates us from things like stones. The purest language, in minimal lines like those of Williams or Creeley, makes one think of other arts in their purity: a clean tone of harpsichord of music, or flute, or lute, or Matisse colors, or sumi painting or the Zen archer, shooting well.” —Alicia Ostriker, Partisan Review

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