paul haines brad macdougall. life born in 1933. – vassar, michigan spent time in europe, india,...
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Paul HainesBrad MacDougall
Life
• Born in 1933.– Vassar, Michigan
• Spent time in Europe, India, New York City.
• Settled in Toronto, Canada.– Taught French, then made a career out of poetry.
– Had three children.• Avery, Tim, Emily.
• Died in 2003.– “Secret Carnival Workers”
in 2007.
Paul
• Always wrote in capital letters.• Had a very abstract and avant-garde writing style.
Mostly negative.• Hated spoken word poetry.
– Collaborated with Carla & Paul Bley for “Escalator Overthe Hill,” a very abstract jazzopera.
• Only published one book ofpoetry in his lifetime.– “Third World Two” in 1981.
• Very difficult to findinformation/resources aboutPaul.– Shunned the media.
“Encore du Tutoiement”
Encore du tutoiement (Always informal)
Inconnu (Unknown)
Cette plus ou moins (This more or less)
Grande concision (Great conciseness)
Aspect de femme (Aspect of woman)
Toujours sans but (Always without purpose)
Précis (Accurate)
Sauf but voulu (Except wanted purpose)
Depuis si longtemps (Since so long)
L'impossibilité de penser (The impossibility to think)
À toi sans penser à nous (Of you without thinking of us)
(for discussing & analyzing)
“Sprig”Fresh
When sleeping meant
Every other nightFalling asleep for a fifth
time
Early in a morningAwake in terror
Words staring back at himNever to be used
Their hands
On hold
So quiet they could hear each
other’s thinkingDenying garnered interests
Making of life a forged painting
Life’s big magnet, tug tugging
And listeners like you.[video]
“Poem For Gretchen Ruth”Every living thing then
Jumping up
Nothing payingAttention
Light crawlingAs slowly as ever
Into his hammockHung in mist
As dry as mothsWhose song
Is sung asWeeping
“Déjà Trop Vu”
A tall white
Pine stands
Between me
And the tree
I’m trying
To see
Also
A tall white
Pine
Creative ResponseHaze
The fluid night
Cannot comprehend
All of the dreams that are wasted
Hidden and hurried
I shake with passion
When terrors stir my mind
Never leaves a bruise
Inane and coldTo one who could be listening to
The morningMiles mumbling
Falling asleep to grey thunderTime’s dulcet twinkle, tick-ticking
And listeners like you.
Works Cited• http://torontoist.com/attachments/toronto_carlyb/
2007_08_27paulhaines.jpeg
• http://books.google.ca/books?id=mtaRoO_seYIC
• http://bp2.blogger.com/_DZ8VjNniFPU/SGFxwtEJZkI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ii0ShrZzp8o/s200/image+3.bmp
• http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_Haines_%28poet%29
• http://www.pointofdeparture.org/PoD13/img/books_haines_to_you.jpg
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