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77 Beasts

Basil King

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“I can’t tell you how to read this book except to say that if you take it up you will find it difficult to put down, and it will leave you with the certainty that there’s still more in it.” —Andrew Crozier

 

Basil King: 77 Beasts: Basil King’s Beastiary

 

“Its rich detail doesn’t stale on rereading but underlines King’s skill as a writer in matching technique to what he has to convey, or with local detail dovetailing connnections betwen one painter and another. It’s a book too immediately attractive to deserve having its strength and subleties explained in advance.”—Andrew Crozier, from his Introduction


ISBN-13: 978-0-9785555-3-5
ISBN-10: 0-9785555-3-8 $17.95

On Mirage

As a long poem, Basil King’s Mirage never flags—he creates an extremely diversified structure that draws from imagination, history, and his fascinating life. . . [He] recounts amazing stories contained in prose passages that break into the poetry like bedrock beneath a mountain stream. The title, Mirage, perhaps refers to the elusiveness of truth as time overwhelms our personal and public histories. Any reader with an interest in recent American literature and painting will be especially enamored with this work. —M. L. Weber, American Book Review


“I’m awed by the simplicity and strength [Basil King] does write like a painter, not simply with colors, but strong strokes here and refrains of blue there.” —Lucia Berlin


“[Basil King] would have us believe that fact can be sufficient poetry – a claim that underlies much of our best poetry.... but King adds that if the fact is not already in the world it is the artist’s option (prerogative?) to place it there.... It is the imagination, not merely a theory of the imagination, that is in charge here.” —John O’Connor, Talisman  


“Mirage will leave the reader with a greater understanding and appreciation of the visual arts of our time.”—Jason R. Macey, Et Al


“A great pleasure and adventure to read, from Blitz to art to spirit.” –Ron Padgett

“Essential symmetry of experience which has gone against both the metronome and arrhythmia and beyond the ornamentation of inessentials in so much present writing. It helps to have had one’s hands covered with paint. Someone, after a long life, is standing at the door of some facet of wisdom.” –Nathaniel Tarn

“It is a remarkable work/weave...with the sure touch of one who knows what he is taking about.” –Ted Enslin

“Having meditated on pigment all his life seems to have given King an in on the use of words that transcends the vision of people who’ve spent all their time wrestling with words alone.” –Dora Fitzgerald

“There is something cumulative about the formal engagements, starting with the thin column ... and returning to this often through with an increasing tendency to work through repetitions. And then the different syntactical abutments at the end of the paragraph blocks....I think it is terrific.” –John Hall

On Warp Spasm:

“How to describe Basil King’s life’s work? Poetry? Fiction? History? Autobiography? And what of the intersections with his fascinating drawings? ‘Warp Spasm’ continues this unprejudiced investigation—a weave of signs in a field, ever flexing to accommodate observations drawn from many times, voices & lives variously lived. In an era of rabid imperialism & cultural banality, this is the work of a man whose appetite for the fabulous life of the arts remains ablaze.”—Michael Hrebeniak, editor Radical Poetics, U.K.

And more Basil King publications:

traverse – Winter, 2004 (140 East Concordia, Milwaukee, WI 53212) : cover drawing “Homage to Robert Duncan” and a long poem, “Looking for a Face in Akbar’s Court”.
Lungfull! Number 13, Spring, 2004 (316 23rd Street, Brooklyn, NY ll215): “Be Adam. Be Eve.” – excerpt from Learning to Draw (work in progress).

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Basil King attended Black Mountain College as a teenager in the 1950s, and completed his apprenticeship as an abstract expressionist painter in San Francisco and New York. Since that time, his art has taken a different turn, reaching through abstraction back to surrealism and forward into a new approach to the figure. Although he did not begin to write regularly until 1986, an involvement with poetry has always been part of his life, first in doing art to accompany poems in books and magazines, later as a book artist, and now as a poet/painter. Some of his larger paintings can be seen on the Web at the Spuyten Duyvil, Light & Dust, and Avec sites. His books include Split Peas, Miniatures, Devotions, Identity, The Poet, and Warp Spasm, Mirage and 77 Beasts: Basil King’s Beastiary .

 

Two Poems from 77 Beasts: Basil King’s Beastiary

 Cy Twombly – circa 1955

Every day Billy scratched
on the wall of his house
where he lived and when
all the walls and floors
and ceilings had been covered
he bought paper and crayons
and paint and when the house
in which he lived was full of
paper he moved and started
all over again and when his
neighbors realized that Billy
Boy was going to come into
their houses and cover their
walls they called the patron
saint of painters St. Luke and
he came and put his hand on
Billy’s shoulder and told him
about vernacular and how what
once was thrown away was now
valued and how he, Billy, could
demonstrate that trivia can
make a perfect picture and
that he, Billy, could become
his own object and live in
the world as a beautiful song

 

Theo/ Vincent

Theo sits next to his brother Vincent. They are sitting on a park bench.  Behind them there is the path that follows a line of trees. Vincent is taller than his brother, Theo is better dressed. They are talking about their parents. Theo wants Vincent to visit them. Vincent is giving too many reasons why he shouldn’t. Someone took a photo of this encounter. The photo is now lost. But before that someone drew the two brothers. Then there was an accident. The man who drew the brothers had a child. No one knows how the child got hold of the drawing. The child drew over it with colored pencils.  Because there was so much admiration for the Van Gogh brothers the drawing was framed. It now hangs on a sitting room wall somewhere in Holland.