Jonathan Williams (1) (1929–2008)
Autor de A Palpable Elysium: Portraits of Genius and Solitude
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Créditos de la imagen: NEW DIRECTIONS
Obras de Jonathan Williams
Epitaphs for Lorine 5 copias
Dear world, forget it! love, Mnemosyne: A range of letters, 1984-85 : plus a few elusive items (1985) 4 copias
Only Forty Minutes More 4 copias
A Blue Ridge Weather Prophet Makes Twelve Stitches in Time on the Twelfth Day of Christmas. (1977) 4 copias
HORNY & ORNERY: POEMS OF SOLACE IN DESOLATE TIMES BY A GENTLEMAN OF THE SOUTH. Avec un Petit Prelude par James… (1994) 4 copias
Who Is Little Enis? 3 copias
And He Hath Sown 2 copias
An Omen for Stevie Smith 2 copias
Futura15: Polycotyledounous Poems 2 copias
Pairidaeza : a celebration in lithography and poetry for the Garden at Levens Hall, Westmorland, by Ian Gardner and… (1975) 2 copias
Taoist Foretaste of Springtime 1 copia
Poet's Poems No. 12 1 copia
A Hairy Coat Near Yanwath Yat 1 copia
Some Jazz From The Baz: Excperts from Basil Bunting's Letters to Jonathan Williams: 1963-1985 1 copia
Odilon Redon! Edon an Eidolon 1 copia
TSM (1917-1962) 1 copia
Strung Out With Elgar 1 copia
LTGD: Lullabies Twisters Gibbers Drags (à la Manière de M. Louis Moreau Gottschalk, Late of the City of New Orleans)… (1963) 1 copia
Jargon Billboard #3 1 copia
Jargon Billboard #2 1 copia
Jargon Billboard #1 1 copia
A new poem 1 copia
Ray's Grays 1 copia
The Jargon Society 1951-75 1 copia
A glory about to be revealed 1 copia
T. Ben Williams 1 copia
Five Clerihews 1 copia
Texas Quarterly 1 copia
Obras relacionadas
Led Astray by Language — Contribuidor — 1 copia
Vort #4, Fall 1973 — Contribuidor — 1 copia
Etiquetado
Conocimiento común
- Fecha de nacimiento
- 1929-03-08
- Fecha de fallecimiento
- 2008-03-16
- Género
- male
- Nacionalidad
- USA
- Lugar de nacimiento
- Asheville, North Carolina, USA
- Lugar de fallecimiento
- Highlands, North Carolina, USA
- Lugares de residencia
- Scaly Mountain, North Carolina, USA
Yorkshire Dales, England, UK
Highlands, North Carolina, USA - Educación
- Princeton University
Atelier 17
Institute of Design (Chicago)
Black Mountain College - Ocupaciones
- publisher
poet
photographer
essayist
Miembros
Reseñas
Listas
Favourite Books (1)
Premios
También Puede Gustarte
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Estadísticas
- Obras
- 120
- También por
- 11
- Miembros
- 633
- Popularidad
- #39,816
- Valoración
- 4.1
- Reseñas
- 8
- ISBNs
- 73
- Idiomas
- 1
- Favorito
- 4
Who Is Little Enis? by Jonathan Williams
Little Enis is
"one hunnert an' 80lbs of
dynamite
with a 9-inch
fuse"
his real name is
Carlos Toadvine
which his wife Irma Jean
pronounces Carlus
Carlos says
Toadaveenie is a eyetalyun name,
used to be lots of 'em
around these parts
Ed McClanahan is the World's Leading Little Enis freak
and all this information comes from a weekend in Winston
with Big Ed telling the lore of Lexington, Kentucky,
which is where Enis has been hanging it out for years and years,
at Boot's Bar and Giuseppe's Villa and now The Embers,
pickin' and singin' rockabilly style
Carlus ain't what he was
according to Irma Jean's accounts
(and even to his own):
he was sittin' there one night in the kitchen at home
tellin' stories and talkin' trash about Irma Jean --
with her right there with her hair put up in them pink plastic curlers --
about how these days how he likes to pop it to her dog-style
just now and again and how she likes it pretty damn well
when they wander all over the house
and end up in the living room corner --
"I'm just afraid Carlus will run us out the door and down the street
opposite the automatic laundry . . ."
The 9-inch fuse hung down Enis' right leg
is called, familiarly,
Ol' Blue
Ol' Blue used to be in the pink --
way in
Blue has a head on him like a tom-cat
and ribs like a hongry hound
and he used to get so hard
a cat
couldn't
scratch it . . .
but now that Enis has the cirrhosis
and takes all these harmones
Ol' Blue just don't
stand up like a little man
and cut the mustard
anymore
but Enis will smile and say
let's all have a drink, maybe I can drown thatthere liver of ours,
it's no bigger'n a dime nohow anymore, it just floats in there . . .
Hey, Blue, let's shake that thing!
Turn loose this oldie by my boy Elvis,
a golden oldie --
let's go, Blue!
And off they go
into the wild Blue-
Grass . . .
Carlos & Blue,
thinking of you . . .
hail & farewell!… (más)