`No mere tour de force, like so many of my productions, though rhymed and metred to a fare-thee-well, this, my Desiderium Lutetiae (or Nostalgie de la Boue) is all that remains of a much longer but less excursive prose memoir, thank goodness unpublished, entitled A Still Salt Pool. There, with queer but not quite queer-enough aesthetic results, I altered not only my person but my sex, in the manner of Henry James. More impersonal but hardly asexual, the present dizzy and I hope dizzying verse sucks up, with all the ...
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`No mere tour de force, like so many of my productions, though rhymed and metred to a fare-thee-well, this, my Desiderium Lutetiae (or Nostalgie de la Boue) is all that remains of a much longer but less excursive prose memoir, thank goodness unpublished, entitled A Still Salt Pool. There, with queer but not quite queer-enough aesthetic results, I altered not only my person but my sex, in the manner of Henry James. More impersonal but hardly asexual, the present dizzy and I hope dizzying verse sucks up, with all the omnivorousness of a vacuum, the detritus of Paris by day and night, the not very naughty and scarcely gay capital where I did my first and most arduous graduate work, in what at the time looked like life. Of all the names of the dear and deplorable living and dead that might have been dropped here, none is cited, with the partial pseudonymic exception of Folly, the presiding deity of those years between 1958 and 1962, years that always seem in retrospect so much longer than they were at the time, when they simply seemed a lifetime. In the place of David and Joe and Philippe and John and Patrick and Sandy, just for starters, whirl the districts or arrondissements of Paris, those Dantesque circles in three of which (the third, sixth and seventh) I dwelt, while visiting and occasionally hanging out in others. An indefatigable and indigent pedestrian, there was a spring in my step in those days. Now the footfall of Autumn dogs my heels, while to my case-hardened ear these impetuous stanzas do not walk, they run. It is no accident that souvenir has had to be imported into our language, as a memento that we have nothing in English more fragrant than `reminder', with its discouraging echo of `remainder', themselves both Latin memories, unless it be the rather rueful agenbite of inwit. I wrote the following lines over a decade ago. A tale like that implicit here is encoded in no one night, no, nor in a thousand and one mornings. Borrowings or outright pillage from various French poets will be too obvious to those more familiar than I with the Biblioth?que Nationale. Yet the only real and best reason for the re-edition of Arrondissements seems to me the pictures -- each worth a thousand words, furnished by my fellow sojourners in the City of Light. Of these the poet and pornographer John Glassco would be most approving of such ``Pale skin books with red-faced prefaces.'' '
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Fine in Fine jacket. First separate edition (originally included in the collection *Daylight Saving*). Illustrated from drawings by several artists, several in color. Oblong octavo. 46pp. Fine in lightly worn, about fine dust jacket. Inscribed to his editor on the verso of the front fly: "For Harry & Kathleen, 'A foreign city in a foreign language, ' Daryl, 1989."
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Fine in Near Fine jacket. Inscribed by Author(s) First printing. A fine copy in a near-fine jacket. A clean copy in an unclipped jacket. Comes with archival-quality jacket protector. Note: Short closed tear on front jacket cover and another on rear cover (as picture), protected by mylar. Light wear on jacket spine and extremities. This book came from the library of poet and literary critic J.D. McClatchy, from his estate in Stonington, Connecticut. Beautifully illustrated. This copy has been SIGNED and warmly inscribed by Hine to McClatchy on the half-title page (as pictured).
