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		<title>Comment on New Translations of Georg Trakl by bill hunt</title>
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		<dc:creator>bill hunt</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Feb 2012 20:09:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Trakl has in fact been widely influential because of translation and advocacy by Bly and Wright.  James Tate said that Trakl had the quality of an &quot;eloquent sedative.&quot;. I was fascinated to find out that Trakl wrote incestuous poems about his sister.  Very haunting poems, be sure to look them up.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Trakl has in fact been widely influential because of translation and advocacy by Bly and Wright.  James Tate said that Trakl had the quality of an &#8220;eloquent sedative.&#8221;. I was fascinated to find out that Trakl wrote incestuous poems about his sister.  Very haunting poems, be sure to look them up.</p>
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		<title>Comment on All Poets Bulletin: Help Us Make a Poetry Style Guide by Raymond Gibson</title>
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		<dc:creator>Raymond Gibson</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2011 22:48:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The hanging indent seems to work fine for my purposes. However, if a poem is all over the page intentionally, you may consider what was done with a recent translation of Mallarme&#039;s &quot;Un Coup de Des&quot; and scale it down (fonts and all) to fit the pagination. Also, I like what was done with The Complete Poems of Stephen Crane out of Cornell: noting &quot;[no stanza break]&quot; at the bottom of a page. W.S. Merwin&#039;s Second Four Books of Poems irked me with the ambiguity as to stanza and page breaks in that regard.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The hanging indent seems to work fine for my purposes. However, if a poem is all over the page intentionally, you may consider what was done with a recent translation of Mallarme&#8217;s &#8220;Un Coup de Des&#8221; and scale it down (fonts and all) to fit the pagination. Also, I like what was done with The Complete Poems of Stephen Crane out of Cornell: noting &#8220;[no stanza break]&#8221; at the bottom of a page. W.S. Merwin&#8217;s Second Four Books of Poems irked me with the ambiguity as to stanza and page breaks in that regard.</p>
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		<title>Comment on “Live Like a Poet! At Home in the Bateau Lavoir,” by Rosanna Warren by Ann Kjellberg</title>
		<link>http://www.littlestarjournal.com/blog/2011/12/%e2%80%9clive-like-a-poet-at-home-in-the-bateau-lavoir%e2%80%9d-by-rosanna-warren/comment-page-1/#comment-15187</link>
		<dc:creator>Ann Kjellberg</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2011 17:03:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Rosanna Warren replies: The article “Live like a Poet! At Home in the Bateau Lavoir” is a reduction of chapters 3 and 4 of my biography of Max Jacob, “Max Jacob: A Literary Life.” The selection in Little Star describes the years 1900 to 1909, and Jacob’s emergence as a poet. The readers are correct in pointing out that Jacob died at the hands of the Nazis, and they are correct also in noting that Jacob’s great friend Picasso refused to intervene with the German authorities in Paris to try to free the poet from the concentration camp of Drancy, outside of Paris, where he was on the list for deportation to Auschwitz. I shall, of course, narrate these events in detail when I arrive at that part of the story. Throughout my book, I am trying to provide thorough and accurate documentation for everything I relate, and I shall do the same for Jacob’s death.

The bare facts are these. Jacob, who wore the yellow star of a Jew, was arrested on February 24, 1944, by three Gestapo agents at his modest rented lodgings in the village of St. Benoît-sur-Loire where he lived closely connected to the Basilica of St. Benoît; he had just helped to serve the Mass in the chapel early that morning. He was held for four days in the prison at Orléans in a small, stinking room with about sixty other Jewish prisoners. On February 28, he was sent by train to Drancy where he was placed in an icy chamber reserved for those about to be deported. Jacob, who had suffered repeated bouts of pneumonia in his life, quickly contracted the disease again, and died on March 5. 

I interviewed his close friend the composer Henri Sauguet about the efforts made to liberate Max Jacob. Jacob’s friends Jean Cocteau, Sacha Guitry, Marcel Jouhandeau, and André Salmon (all of whom entertained cordial relations with the occupying Germans in Paris), along with Pierre Colle, Georges Prade (an ex-municipal counselor of the City of Paris), Sauguet, and others exerted themselves to obtain Jacob’s freedom. Cocteau was especially active, calling Gerhardt Heller, the Nazi special officer for propaganda, who promised to help; Guitry went to Otto Abetz, the Nazi ambassador to Vichy France. Sauguet and Pierre Colle appealed to Picasso. Picasso, who was not a French citizen and had reason to be worried about his own safety in Occupied France, replied: “Max is an angel. He doesn’t need us to help him fly out of prison.” Whether or not Picasso’s intervention could have helped is a real question, but not one that changes the fact of his having refused to try. Prade, for his part, advised Picasso not to sign the letter circulating among Parisian intellectuals asking for Jacob’s release; he thought Picasso’s anxiety, and his status as a non-citizen and as decadent artist, would not help the cause.

On March 11, Jacob’s friends still did not know of his death, and had been assured by German authorities that he was about to be released. Not until March 13 did the death certificate from Drancy reach the town hall of St. Benoît, where the mayor immediately notified Jacob’s supporters. A Mass was held at the Church of Saint-Roch in Paris on March 21; Picasso attended. (Jacob’s early biographer, Pierre Andreu, is mistaken in claiming that he did not). And on March 19 Picasso attended the reading of his own play, “Le Désir attrapé par la queue,” at the apartment of Michel and Louise Leiris, in the ceremonial presence of the artist’s 1915 drawing of Max; the gathering, which included some of the notable artists and intellectuals of Paris, served as an informal memorial tribute to the poet and has been described as an act of intellectual Resistance. Similarly, the efforts to release Jacob tell us much about the intricate layerings of Collaboration in the cultural life of Paris under Vichy.

The relations between Picasso and Jacob were intense and complex from start to finish. But this is not a simple story of betrayal. Reliable accounts of Jacob’s death can be found in Hélène Seckel’s catalogue “Max Jacob et Picasso” (Paris: Réunion des Musées nationaux, 1994) 272-277; and in Patricia Sustrac’s article “La Mort de Max Jacob” on the website of Les Amis de Max Jacob, www.max-jacob.com/arrestation.html.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Rosanna Warren replies: The article “Live like a Poet! At Home in the Bateau Lavoir” is a reduction of chapters 3 and 4 of my biography of Max Jacob, “Max Jacob: A Literary Life.” The selection in Little Star describes the years 1900 to 1909, and Jacob’s emergence as a poet. The readers are correct in pointing out that Jacob died at the hands of the Nazis, and they are correct also in noting that Jacob’s great friend Picasso refused to intervene with the German authorities in Paris to try to free the poet from the concentration camp of Drancy, outside of Paris, where he was on the list for deportation to Auschwitz. I shall, of course, narrate these events in detail when I arrive at that part of the story. Throughout my book, I am trying to provide thorough and accurate documentation for everything I relate, and I shall do the same for Jacob’s death.</p>
<p>The bare facts are these. Jacob, who wore the yellow star of a Jew, was arrested on February 24, 1944, by three Gestapo agents at his modest rented lodgings in the village of St. Benoît-sur-Loire where he lived closely connected to the Basilica of St. Benoît; he had just helped to serve the Mass in the chapel early that morning. He was held for four days in the prison at Orléans in a small, stinking room with about sixty other Jewish prisoners. On February 28, he was sent by train to Drancy where he was placed in an icy chamber reserved for those about to be deported. Jacob, who had suffered repeated bouts of pneumonia in his life, quickly contracted the disease again, and died on March 5. </p>
<p>I interviewed his close friend the composer Henri Sauguet about the efforts made to liberate Max Jacob. Jacob’s friends Jean Cocteau, Sacha Guitry, Marcel Jouhandeau, and André Salmon (all of whom entertained cordial relations with the occupying Germans in Paris), along with Pierre Colle, Georges Prade (an ex-municipal counselor of the City of Paris), Sauguet, and others exerted themselves to obtain Jacob’s freedom. Cocteau was especially active, calling Gerhardt Heller, the Nazi special officer for propaganda, who promised to help; Guitry went to Otto Abetz, the Nazi ambassador to Vichy France. Sauguet and Pierre Colle appealed to Picasso. Picasso, who was not a French citizen and had reason to be worried about his own safety in Occupied France, replied: “Max is an angel. He doesn’t need us to help him fly out of prison.” Whether or not Picasso’s intervention could have helped is a real question, but not one that changes the fact of his having refused to try. Prade, for his part, advised Picasso not to sign the letter circulating among Parisian intellectuals asking for Jacob’s release; he thought Picasso’s anxiety, and his status as a non-citizen and as decadent artist, would not help the cause.</p>
<p>On March 11, Jacob’s friends still did not know of his death, and had been assured by German authorities that he was about to be released. Not until March 13 did the death certificate from Drancy reach the town hall of St. Benoît, where the mayor immediately notified Jacob’s supporters. A Mass was held at the Church of Saint-Roch in Paris on March 21; Picasso attended. (Jacob’s early biographer, Pierre Andreu, is mistaken in claiming that he did not). And on March 19 Picasso attended the reading of his own play, “Le Désir attrapé par la queue,” at the apartment of Michel and Louise Leiris, in the ceremonial presence of the artist’s 1915 drawing of Max; the gathering, which included some of the notable artists and intellectuals of Paris, served as an informal memorial tribute to the poet and has been described as an act of intellectual Resistance. Similarly, the efforts to release Jacob tell us much about the intricate layerings of Collaboration in the cultural life of Paris under Vichy.</p>
<p>The relations between Picasso and Jacob were intense and complex from start to finish. But this is not a simple story of betrayal. Reliable accounts of Jacob’s death can be found in Hélène Seckel’s catalogue “Max Jacob et Picasso” (Paris: Réunion des Musées nationaux, 1994) 272-277; and in Patricia Sustrac’s article “La Mort de Max Jacob” on the website of Les Amis de Max Jacob, <a href="http://www.max-jacob.com/arrestation.html" rel="nofollow">http://www.max-jacob.com/arrestation.html</a>.</p>
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		<title>Comment on “Live Like a Poet! At Home in the Bateau Lavoir,” by Rosanna Warren by luke whitington</title>
		<link>http://www.littlestarjournal.com/blog/2011/12/%e2%80%9clive-like-a-poet-at-home-in-the-bateau-lavoir%e2%80%9d-by-rosanna-warren/comment-page-1/#comment-14882</link>
		<dc:creator>luke whitington</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Dec 2011 22:09:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>jacob was killed by the french who were nazi collaborators, something the french might want to forget, the german nazis also hated bohemians, including their own, who mostly fled the homeland.
this did not stop goebels who lived like a bohemian lord and acquired art, mainly from the jews, in confiscated truckloads.

artists were seen as the next thing to gipsies, at best poor senseless fools, by a race determined to make everything sensible and orderly, sweeping away the messiness of &quot;unpure&quot; cultures

the psychosis of &quot;single white woman&quot; but the flat to be tidied to a bare standstill became the wide horrified world.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>jacob was killed by the french who were nazi collaborators, something the french might want to forget, the german nazis also hated bohemians, including their own, who mostly fled the homeland.<br />
this did not stop goebels who lived like a bohemian lord and acquired art, mainly from the jews, in confiscated truckloads.</p>
<p>artists were seen as the next thing to gipsies, at best poor senseless fools, by a race determined to make everything sensible and orderly, sweeping away the messiness of &#8220;unpure&#8221; cultures</p>
<p>the psychosis of &#8220;single white woman&#8221; but the flat to be tidied to a bare standstill became the wide horrified world.</p>
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		<title>Comment on “Live Like a Poet! At Home in the Bateau Lavoir,” by Rosanna Warren by Ann Kjellberg</title>
		<link>http://www.littlestarjournal.com/blog/2011/12/%e2%80%9clive-like-a-poet-at-home-in-the-bateau-lavoir%e2%80%9d-by-rosanna-warren/comment-page-1/#comment-14819</link>
		<dc:creator>Ann Kjellberg</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Dec 2011 14:32:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hey, enthusiasts!  This section is just a tiny smidgeon of the piece appearing in Little Star #3!  Click on our issues page to order.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hey, enthusiasts!  This section is just a tiny smidgeon of the piece appearing in Little Star #3!  Click on our issues page to order.</p>
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		<title>Comment on “Live Like a Poet! At Home in the Bateau Lavoir,” by Rosanna Warren by mary ann caws</title>
		<link>http://www.littlestarjournal.com/blog/2011/12/%e2%80%9clive-like-a-poet-at-home-in-the-bateau-lavoir%e2%80%9d-by-rosanna-warren/comment-page-1/#comment-14812</link>
		<dc:creator>mary ann caws</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Dec 2011 09:45:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This is, as one would have known it would be, the most get up in the middle of the night or morning or whatever piece to read imaginable: Max Jacob has finally found -- as, of course, we knew he had -- his writer. Nothing could be more appropriate to his genius.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is, as one would have known it would be, the most get up in the middle of the night or morning or whatever piece to read imaginable: Max Jacob has finally found &#8212; as, of course, we knew he had &#8212; his writer. Nothing could be more appropriate to his genius.</p>
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		<title>Comment on “Live Like a Poet! At Home in the Bateau Lavoir,” by Rosanna Warren by Persephone Asher</title>
		<link>http://www.littlestarjournal.com/blog/2011/12/%e2%80%9clive-like-a-poet-at-home-in-the-bateau-lavoir%e2%80%9d-by-rosanna-warren/comment-page-1/#comment-14797</link>
		<dc:creator>Persephone Asher</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Dec 2011 23:41:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The last date cited in this excerpt from MS Warren&#039;s forthcoming book is 1939. I hope that in her biography of &#039;the poor little Jew&#039; MS Warren goes on to explain that while Picasso might have liberated the genius of his elder friend and magus, he refused to save his life. Max Jacob turned to his friend and begged for his help when the Nazis occupied Paris. As events proved, he quite justifiably feared that they were &#039;on to him&#039; and feared for his life. However, Picasso refused to help his friend, explaining in the French equivalent, &quot;You always land on your feet.&quot; But this time Jacob didn&#039;t. He may have lived like a poet in 1904, but without Picasso&#039;s assistance, he died like a Jew in a concentration camp during the 40&#039;s. Who knows if Picasso&#039;s power in the art world would have enabled Jacob to withstand the Nazis; but without it, Jacob perished. The last time I visited Paris, I wandered along a lovely street crammed with art galleries and cafes named after Jacob, but there was no mention of how he died.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The last date cited in this excerpt from MS Warren&#8217;s forthcoming book is 1939. I hope that in her biography of &#8216;the poor little Jew&#8217; MS Warren goes on to explain that while Picasso might have liberated the genius of his elder friend and magus, he refused to save his life. Max Jacob turned to his friend and begged for his help when the Nazis occupied Paris. As events proved, he quite justifiably feared that they were &#8216;on to him&#8217; and feared for his life. However, Picasso refused to help his friend, explaining in the French equivalent, &#8220;You always land on your feet.&#8221; But this time Jacob didn&#8217;t. He may have lived like a poet in 1904, but without Picasso&#8217;s assistance, he died like a Jew in a concentration camp during the 40&#8242;s. Who knows if Picasso&#8217;s power in the art world would have enabled Jacob to withstand the Nazis; but without it, Jacob perished. The last time I visited Paris, I wandered along a lovely street crammed with art galleries and cafes named after Jacob, but there was no mention of how he died.</p>
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		<title>Comment on “Live Like a Poet! At Home in the Bateau Lavoir,” by Rosanna Warren by Michael Mount</title>
		<link>http://www.littlestarjournal.com/blog/2011/12/%e2%80%9clive-like-a-poet-at-home-in-the-bateau-lavoir%e2%80%9d-by-rosanna-warren/comment-page-1/#comment-14782</link>
		<dc:creator>Michael Mount</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Dec 2011 16:09:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Terrific piece.  When does your book on Max Jacob come out?</description>
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		<title>Comment on “Live Like a Poet! At Home in the Bateau Lavoir,” by Rosanna Warren by An artist</title>
		<link>http://www.littlestarjournal.com/blog/2011/12/%e2%80%9clive-like-a-poet-at-home-in-the-bateau-lavoir%e2%80%9d-by-rosanna-warren/comment-page-1/#comment-14759</link>
		<dc:creator>An artist</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Dec 2011 01:09:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Picasso has failed Jacob as a friend and because of that Jacob died in a concentration camp.An artist who behaves like that can not make any great art.Since when a swine can create a pearl ?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Picasso has failed Jacob as a friend and because of that Jacob died in a concentration camp.An artist who behaves like that can not make any great art.Since when a swine can create a pearl ?</p>
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		<title>Comment on “Live Like a Poet! At Home in the Bateau Lavoir,” by Rosanna Warren by Roger Seamon</title>
		<link>http://www.littlestarjournal.com/blog/2011/12/%e2%80%9clive-like-a-poet-at-home-in-the-bateau-lavoir%e2%80%9d-by-rosanna-warren/comment-page-1/#comment-14749</link>
		<dc:creator>Roger Seamon</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Dec 2011 19:19:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What cubism and Jacob&#039;s poetry depend on is our relentless insistence on making sense of things, and they happily stretch that.  Of course it remains a mystery why other such efforts fail, but we value the success all the more.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What cubism and Jacob&#8217;s poetry depend on is our relentless insistence on making sense of things, and they happily stretch that.  Of course it remains a mystery why other such efforts fail, but we value the success all the more.</p>
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