Pierre Joris' Meanderings & mawqifs of poetry, poetics, translations y mas. Travelogue too.
by Pierre Joris · Published · Updated
Rest in Peace
Written 22 minutes ago by Jane Dalrymple-Hollo:
Paavo Anselm Alexis Hollo passed away peacefully at 10:30 this morning in the loving arms Kaarina, Tamsin, and Jane. It couldn’t have been more beautiful, more perfect. We are grateful. We are in awe.
SONG 3
missing one
heavily
makes one feel
heavily(Anselm Hollo, Sojourner Microcosms)
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Pierre Joris, born in Strasbourg, France in 1946, was raised in Luxembourg. Since age 18, he has moved between Europe, the Maghreb & the US & holds both Luxembourg & American citizenship. He has published over 80 books of poetry, essays, translations & anthologies — most recently Interglacial Narrows (Poems 1915-2021) & Always the Many, Never the One: Conversations In-between, with Florent Toniello, both from Contra Mundum Press. In 2020 his two final Paul Celan translations came out: Microliths They Are, Little Stones (Posthumous prose, from CMP) & The Collected Earlier Poetry (FSG). Forthcoming are: Paul Celan’s “Todesfuge” (Small Orange Import, 2023) & Diwan of Exiles: A Pierre Joris Reader (edited with Ariel Reznikoff, 2024). For a full list see the right column on this blog.
In 2011 Litteraria Pragensia, Charles University, Prague, published Pierre Joris: Cartographies of the In-between, edited by Peter Cockelbergh, with essays on Joris’ work by, among others, Mohammed Bennis, Charles Bernstein, Nicole Brossard, Clayton Eshleman, Allen Fisher, Christine Hume, Robert Kelly, Abdelwahab Meddeb, Jennifer Moxley, Jean Portante, Carrie Noland, Alice Notley, Marjorie Perloff & Nicole Peyrafitte (2011).
Other work includes the CD Routes, not Roots (with Munir Beken, oud; Mike Bisio, bass; Ben Chadabe, percussion; Mitch Elrod, guitar; Ta’wil Productions). With Jerome Rothenberg he edited Poems for the Millennium, vol. 1 & 2: The University of California Book of Modern & Postmodern Poetry, and with Habib. Tengour Poems for the Millennium, vol. 3: The University of California Book of North African Literature.
When not on the road, he lives in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, with his wife, multimedia praticienne Nicole Peyrafitte. A volume of their collaborative work, to be called Domopoetics, will be published in the near future.
More
“Conversations in the Pyrenees”
“An American Suite” (Poems) —Inpatient Press
“Arabia (not so) Deserta” : Essays on Maghrebi & Mashreqi Writing & Culture
“The Agony of I.B.” — A play. Editions PHI & TNL 2016
“The Book of U / Le livre des cormorans”
“Memory Rose Into Threshold Speech: The Collected Earlier Poetry of Paul Celan”
“Paul Celan, Microliths They Are, Little Stones”
“Exile is My Trade: A Habib Tengour Reader” edited & translated by Pierre Joris
“Meditations on the Stations of Mansur al-Hallaj”
“Paul Celan: The Meridian Final Version”—Drafts—Materials
“Pierre Joris: Cartographies of the In-Between” edited by Peter Cockelbergh
“The University of California Book of North African Literature”
4×1 : Works by Tristan Tzara, Rainer Maria Rilke, Jean-Pierre Duprey and Habib Tengour
PABLO PICASSO The Burial of the Count of Orgaz & Other Poems
Poasis (Selected Poems 1986-1999)
Poems for the Millennium 1 & 2
ppppp-Poems Performances Pieces Proses Plays Poetics by Kurt Schwitters
“Todesguge/Deathfugue”
“Interglacial Narrows (Poems 1915-2021)”
“Always the Many, Never the One: Conversations In-between, with Florent Toniello”
“A Voice Full of Cities: The Collected Essays of Robert Kelly.” Edited by Pierre Joris & Peter Cockelbergh
“Barzakh” (Poems 2000-2012)
“Fox-trails, -tales & -trots”
“Paul Celan: Breathturn into Timestead-The Collected Later Poetry.” Translated & with commentary by Pierre Joris. Farrar, Straus & Giroux
Anselm .. Dear Anselm…. I always saw you as a quiet, peaceful and graceful man… My heart reaches out to you Dear Jane….remembering the days you strolled side by side on the Naropa University campus….Love to you Jane and Peace to you dear Anselm….
Seven billion years before I was born
I was an Iris.
My roots
drove themselves down
into a star.
On its dark waters
floated
my gigantic
blue flower
A great poet with a big heart and infectious laugh.
Rest in Peace, Anselm. Peace to the family too. I remember first meeting Anselm in the 1970s in Baltimore. A true wise man and mensch.
A great teacher (at Naropa), a great writer (his work and translations), plus a very funny, inimitable human being. He will be missed.
My best to his family and immediate friends.
My deepest condolences to Jane and family. The world has lost a beautiful, generous soul. I know that I and all of this other students will never forget his wonderful teaching, humor, brilliance and guidance.
Jane- I am so sorry to hear this sad news! I have always considered Anselm to be one of my mentor’s. His sense of poetry and poetics have informed me and continue to be a source of inspiration. I know the circle of poets in heaven is richer by one tonight! Rest In Peace my Friend!
Jane – So sorry. Last saw you what? 7,8 years ago in NYC. Always liked Anselm. My heartfelt sympathy. Best- John
You and Anselm live in my heart. Through a pin hole in my memory I see a galaxy of you two meeting and radiantly embracing life. I am so happy to have crossed paths with both of you. Love, Ruth
I was blessed to have spent time with Anselm & Jane in Baltimore. Truly a sad day, yet one filled with thoughts of poetry & love.
Dear Jane, Kaarina, and Tamsin: I’m remembering this morning a song I first heard sung by the folksinger Bob Gibson in Iowa City:
“I don’t want no tears shed for me when I’m gone,
Don’t want to hear no melancholy song,
Don’t want no candles, but let the flowers stay–
The girls can wear them in their hair
When they see me on my way…”
Oh my heart is still with the thought of Anselm passing on. I cherish the memories of those poetry charged years in Baltimore when the lives of many writers and artists intersected. My best wishes and heartfelt condolences to you dear Jane, and to his family, his friends and everyone who enjoyed his words. Peace, Susan
So sorry to hear of this Jane. Hope you are well yourself. My best to you.
Crazy wisdom dharma poet and bright light, thank you for helping point me in the right direction. Peace and light to you Jane, and all family and friends.
I never did meet Anselm but friends from Naropa spoke so warmly of him. I always felt his affinities in kinship & felt if we were to meet we’d be friends. He’s “in” one of my poems, “String Version”–an older poem I still see as vital to me personally. The poem would not exist without Anselm Hollo and his terribly emotive candid line that knots the throat for several moments.
“At home I listen to the music & read/ Anselm Hollo’s words about it:/ ‘stop, dear mozart: you’re making me cry.”
I love that line. Even if it knots the throat. We return to the gift of it.
Dear Jane – I was flooded with memories when I learned of Anselm’s passing. All good memories, of poetry readings and Anselm’s laugh and a lovely wedding in a quaint house in Baltimore. I send my condolences and my prayers that you find warmth in your own memories and the love of your family and that Anselm finds peace ever after. Peace adn love, Patty Waldman
Pilvet vaelsivat ylitseni / niin kuin unet jotka näin lapsena / niin kuin päivät jotka olin elänyt.
Pilvet vaelsivat ylitseni / Ja tuuli kävi ja hajotti ne. / Enkä nähnyt niitä enää.
Clouds slowly glide above my head / like the dreams I saw as a child / like the days I lived /
Clouds glide slowly above my head / But then the wind came and disembodied them / And I did not see them after that
Katri Vala, Helsinki