Location, location, location: The Qatar embassy in Paris France on this sunny afternoon
Always happy to see that Le Pont Traverse, where James Dickey spent so much time and learned so much about French poetry in 1954 and 1962, is still open in Paris, France.
A bit more: The shop is at the corner of Vaugirard and Rue Madame, about a block from the Jardin du Luxembourg. In the old days, 40 or 50 years ago, it was on Rue Saint-Séverin. The owner was Marcel Béalu, a minor but memorable surrealist poet, essayist and novelist. He loved the idea of American poets, my father included, and my father spent many, many hours in the shop, buying hundreds of books which we then had crated and shipped by sea back to the United States. One of the little rituals of my childhood was cutting the pages, which you had to do with old French editions before you were able to read them. I can still feel the rough, deckled edges; still smell the paper — for me, the scent of Paris, the madeleine of my childhood. Those volumes stayed in our library until my father’s death, and apart from a few taken by Kevin, Bronwen, and me, I think all or most of them are in the collection at the University of South Carolina.
A note on Béalu: http://www.jose-corti.fr/auteursfrancais/bealu.html .
You’ll also find him in “Summer of Deliverance.” http://www.christopherdickey.com/summer_main1.html
Always happy to see that Le Pont Traverse, where James Dickey spent so much time and learned so much about French poetry in 1954 and 1962, is still open in Paris, France
Acqua alta — high water — in Saint Mark’s Square over the last few days. Just enough to mirror the beauty of Venice. @csdickey Instagrams
@csdickey Instagrams from Venice over the weekend
A story you must read by Gregory Beals on The Daily Beast.