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Supplying Salt and Light

Poems

by (author) Lorna Goodison

Publisher
McClelland & Stewart
Initial publish date
Mar 2013
Category
Canadian, African American, Caribbean & Latin American
  • Paperback / softback

    ISBN
    9780771035906
    Publish Date
    Mar 2013
    List Price
    $18.99

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This stunning new book of poems from internationally renowned poet Lorna Goodison opens in Spain and Portugal, conjuring up a new history of the Caribbean and a new way of setting up its heritage.

The title sets the tone for poems about backgrounds and outlines and shadows and sources of light. This extraordinary book—"a wide lotus on the dark waters of song"—is filled with surprises at every turn, as a Moorish mosque becomes a cathedral in Seville, a country girl dresses in Sunday clothes to visit a Jamaican bookmobile, and a bear appears suddenly, only to slip away silently into the trees on a road in British Columbia. The heartache of Billy Holliday singing the blues, the burden of Charlie Chaplin tramping the banana walks of Jamaica's Golden Cloud, and the paintings of El Greco, the quintessential stranger, come together on the poet's pilgrimage to Heartease, guided by a limping angel and inspired by the passage-making of Dante; the book ends with a superb version of the first of his cantos, translated into the poet's Jamaican language and landscape with the gift of love.

About the author

Lorna Goodison was born in Jamaica in 1947. She has published several collections of poetry, including Tamarind Season (1980), I am Becoming My Mother (1986), Heartease (1989), To Us All Flowers Are Roses and Selected Poems. She has been writer in residence at the University of the West Indies, Jamaica, and at Radcliffe College, Cambridge, MA. She currently divides her time between Michigan and Jamaica. Her volume of short stories, Baby Mother and the King of Swords, was published in 1990.

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Excerpt: Supplying Salt and Light: Poems (by (author) Lorna Goodison)

To Make Various Sorts of Black

According to The Craftsman’s Handbook, chapter XXXVII
“Il Libro dell’ Arte” by Cennino d’Andrea Cennini

who tells us there are several kinds of black colours.
First, there is a black derived from soft black stone.
It is a fat colour; not hard at heart, a stone unctioned.

Then there is a black that is obtained from vine twigs.
Twigs that choose to abide on the true vine
offering up their bodies at the last to be burned,

then quenched and worked up, they can live again
as twig of the vine black; not a fat, more of a lean
colour, favoured alike by vinedressers and artists.

There is also the black that is scraped from burnt shells.
Markers of Atlantic’s graves.
Black of scorched earth, of torched stones of peach;
twisted trees that bore strange fruit.

And then there is the black that is the source of light
from a lamp full of oil such as any thoughtful guest
waiting for bride and groom who cometh will have.

A lamp you light and place underneath – not a bushel –
but a good clean everyday dish that is fit for baking.
Now bring the little flame of the lamp up to the under

surface of the earthenware dish (say a distance of two
or three fingers away) and the smoke that emits
from that small flame will struggle up to strike at clay.

Strike till it crowds and collects in a mess or a mass;
now wait, wait a while please, before you sweep this
colour – now sable velvet soot – off onto any old paper

or consign it to shadows, outlines, and backgrounds.
Observe: it does not need to be worked up nor ground;
it is just perfect as it is. Refill the lamp, Cennini says.

As many times as the flame burns low, refill it.

Reporting Back to Queen Isabella

When Don Cristobal returned to a hero’s welcome,
his caravels corked with treasures of the New World,
he presented his findings; told of his great adventures
to Queen Isabella, whose speech set the gold standard
for her nation’s language. When he came to Xamaica
he described it so: “The fairest isle that eyes ever beheld.”
Then he balled up a big sheet of parchment, unclenched,
and let it fall off a flat surface before it landed at her feet.
There we were, massifs, high mountain ranges, expansive
plains, deep valleys, one he ’d christened for the Queen
of Spain. Overabundance of wood, over one hundred
rivers, food, and fat pastures for Spanish horses, men,
and cattle; and yes, your majesty, there were some people.

You Should Go to Toledo

I’d stared hard at the tongues of flame
over the heads of the disciples; I felt
a dry heat catch fire in my fontanelle.

“El Grec” the docent in the Prado called
him; a stranger in Spain all his days.
“What is it you like about him?” the one
who came from the dark night inquires.

So I say this:

The way his figures struggle and stretch
till they pass the mandatory seven heads
must be about grasp exceeding reach.

The overturning of my temples,
the slant sideways of seeing that open
as I approach his door-sized canvases.

And his storm-at-sea-all-dolorous blue;
and his bottle-green washing to chartreuse;
and his maroon stains of dried oxblood.

The verdigris undersheen of the black coat,
white lace foaming at the throat and wrist
of a knight with one hand to his chest.

How I cling to the hem of the garment
of La Trinidad’s broad-beam angel
who resembles my mother when she was

young, strong, and healthy – body able
to ease the crucified from off the cross.

And he who separated from the shades
and sat at table with us in a late night place
redolent with olive oil and baccalau said:

“Then you should go to Toledo.”

Editorial Reviews

"[Goodison's poetry] continually surprises with its insistently elegant, spiritual core and crystalline intelligence." —Publishers Weekly
"The fluency of her rhythms, the dazzling imagery and the celebratory impulse all make [Goodison's poetry] a distinguished, outstanding pleasure." —Poetry Review
"[Goodison is] among the finest poets writing today." —World Literature Today
"Goodison advances from strength to strength. . . . [She focuses] the diamond lens of her incantatory verse on the culture and people of her homeland in the Caribbean. . . ." —Booklist (starred review)

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