Bücher von George Kalamaras

Twenty-five years in the making, with some poems dating as far back as forty years, To Sleep in the Horse"s Belly: My Greek Poets and the Aegean Inside Me, is George Kalamaras's chronicle of his Greek ancestry--literary, artistic, and familial. This book retells the lives of some of Kalamaras's favorite Greek poets and artists, most often with his characteristic Surrealist outpouring and accretion of imagery, interlacing his inquiry with myth and the metaphor of the infamous Trojan Horse. He embraces pillars of Greek Letters, such as Odysseus Elytis, Yannis Ritsos, and George Seferis--three poets who helped form the backbone of Kalamaras's poetics forty years ago. Yet he moves beyond these well-known Nobel Laureates and Lenin Prize recipients. He delves into a plethora of modern and contemporary Greek poets who he has studied during decades of poetic apprenticeship, most of whom are little-known in the United States. Many of these figures are at the forefront of the Greek avant-garde, questioning (implicitly or explicitly) Greece's two military dictatorships in the last century. This abundant collection of poems takes us on a 300-page journey not only of Kalamaras's literary and artistic forebears but also of his familial roots from Zakynthos, Pharaklatha, and Solaki--places in Greece from which three of his four grandparents emigrated during the early part of the last century. Imbuing this collection is Kalamaras's ongoing poetic project of "seeing one in the other." He affirms the value of "an archeology of Being," a project in which he continues to chronicle the world around him, attempting to unearth the value of poets who have come before him, affirming the living presence of the "dead." Poet George Vafopoulos says in one of the book's opening epigraphs, here now I stand before all the Greek poets. George Kalamaras similarly takes this "stand," and in the process embraces his literary, cultural, and familial history, taking us on an odyssey to unexpected places both inward and outward."In his tenderly written new book, former Indiana Poet Laureate George Kalamaras is taking us on a poetic voyage of perpetual metamorphosis, deflating time and space, (re)uniting both sides of the Atlantic, invoking the Pelasgian magic of the Aegean within, and elegantly compounding both his immigrant and poetic ancestral lineages. Poetry is a haunted practice, Peter Gizzi writes, particularly well-equipped to speak with the dead. Kalamaras has artfully proven this existential fact. Like in Jack Spicer's After Lorca, Kalamaras resurrects, blows life into, and converses not with one, but with many dead, who all seem to constantly flow in and out of him and in and out of each other."--Giorgia Pavlidou, author of inside the black hornet's mind-tunnelPoetry.

More than ten years in the making, George Kalamaras's We Slept the Animal: Letters from the American West, chronicles the author's years of friendship and correspondence with fellow poets, artists, and other friends. Kalamaras locates this epistolary sequence of poems in the West, where he has both lived and spent long periods of time revisiting during the last forty years, particularly Colorado and Montana. This book pays homage to its precursor, Richard Hugo's 31 Letters and 13 Dreams. The poems offer rich reflections of the living West, as well as an exploration of friendship and literary camaraderie. As in his previous collections, Kalamaras continues his ongoing project of "seeing one in the other"-giving us poems that explore the interaction of all things, particularly the interface of the human and natural world. Following his Surrealist forebears, he explores the complexity of language, with startling images and juxtapositions, as a vehicle for visionary poetics. These poems seek to connect our human impulses to the realms of the spiritual and the discursive. In the process, the poems honor the varieties of human and animal experience-mammals, marsupials, and the insect world, even probing the intelligence and "vision" that lie at the heart of molecules. We Slept the Animal also expresses an ars poetica, in part, in which Kalamaras maps the poetic process of his life of letters within the context of language, friendship, the geography of the West, and our animal selves.SAMPLELetter to Hugo from NowhereIt was the animal testicle you ate that springwhen the herds swayed down from Glacier.It brought you something low-slung through bunchgrass.First, the snows thawed like a man without a drink,all night with no ride and only the sweats.Then inside storms found rain could never heal.I want to say it right, even if I mightmiss your grave with an occasional twelve-beat line.Form, I've heard, equals content. We want order. We crave.Trains couple on the track. We're frayed, alreadystuck in our words like dogs swolleninto each other. They know no otherway. They whine. Howl. They're nowhere,and so am I, mending snow-fence against weight.. . .

This is the new collection by one of the best contemporary American poets, George Kalamaras known for his exploration of the surreal. According to the poet John Olson, "Kalamaras is unique among poets for his clear sense of the sublime combined with an unabashed sensuality. He has a sense of the sacred."