To serve as an introduction to Catalan poet Enric Casassas we have translated
and added to the book review that appeared in the last issue of The Barcelona
Review. For a more detailed insight into the man, his work and his language
we have an interview, two unpublished poems, one published prose poem (all
translated) and, if you have the plug-in, the author reading a short poem
which is not translated. |
Interview
with the poet
3
Poems
Reading
by the poet |
The Catalan-language
poet Enric Casassas (Barcelona, 1951) kept himself to himself, as far as
his writing went, for a good 20 years, working with small groups of local
poets and submerging himself in Arthurian literature, contemporary American
writing, British anarchism and what is probably his single most important
influence: the Catalan classic Jacint Verdaguer, a cross between Blake and
Coleridge who became a semi-international figure in the late 19th century.
Casassas appeared in conventional bookshops for the first time with the
twin publication of We Weren't There and The Village Next Door
(both 1993), and went on to win a series of prestigious awards with new
collections such as Lime (1996) and To Make a Mistake Like That
(1997), books which were published by major houses and which have made him
into one of the best known poets in Catalonia and a cult figure to boot.
His fame notwithstanding, he still holds his readings - to packed audiences
- in abandoned greengrocers and art galleries of the kind that only open
for an hour and a half on Wednesday evening. Not only that, but he has gone
back to being published by semi-underground houses, including Container,
a tiny but hyperactive operation run out of Aiguafreda village, near Barcelona,
by fellow poet Víctor Nik. Container's first book is Casassas's latest:
a 9,072 verse hotshot, or, in Casassa's own words, a "high speed poem"
which he suggests can be read in any direction or combination. 'Uh' - a
title which is pronounced OOO and corresponds to English BOO! - is a mix
of sound effects, outrageous puns, fleeting images and sheer lack of inhibition:
the work of a poet on holiday, who's stripped off his metres and ryhmes
and jumped shrieking into the pool. A random sample: "olives without/stones/but
with entrails/beloved hand of the expensive oracle of beloved hand/or chandelier
sunfish/or meat in the corner" which leaves 9,066 to go.
UH, by Enric Casassas (Container, Aiguafreda, 1997)
Matthew Tree
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