Jonathan Williams (1) (1929–2008)
Author of A Palpable Elysium: Portraits of Genius and Solitude
About the Author
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Works by Jonathan Williams
I SHALL SAVE ONE LAND UNVISITED: ELEVEN SOUTHERN PHOTOGRAPHERS. Texts by Ray Kass, James Baker Hall, & Jonathan William (1978) 11 copies
Epitaphs for Lorine 6 copies
Dear world, forget it! love, Mnemosyne: A range of letters, 1984-85 : plus a few elusive items (1985) 4 copies
A Blue Ridge weather prophet makes twelve stitches in time on the twelfth day of Christmas (1977) 4 copies, 1 review
Only Forty Minutes More 4 copies
HORNY & ORNERY: POEMS OF SOLACE IN DESOLATE TIMES BY A GENTLEMAN OF THE SOUTH. Avec un Petit Prelude par James… (1994) 4 copies
In the Field at the Day Solstice 2 copies
An Omen for Stevie Smith 2 copies
And He Hath Sown 2 copies
Pairidaeza. A Celebration in Lithography and Poetry for the Garden at Levens Hall, Westmorland, by Ian Gardner and… (1975) 2 copies
Polycotyledonous poems (Futura) 2 copies
Strung Out With Elgar 1 copy
Poet's Poems No. 12 1 copy
Jargon Billboard #2 1 copy
Jargon Billboard #3 1 copy
LTGD: Lullabies Twisters Gibbers Drags (à la Manière de M. Louis Moreau Gottschalk, Late of the City of New Orleans)… (1963) 1 copy
Jargon Billboard #1 1 copy
TSM (1917-1962) 1 copy
Some jazz from the Baz: excerpts from Basil Bunting's letters to Jonathan Williams: 1963-1985 1 copy
A new poem 1 copy
The Jargon Society 1951-75 1 copy
Ray's Grays 1 copy
A glory about to be revealed 1 copy
Anathema maranatha! 1 copy
T. Ben Williams 1 copy
Five Clerihews 1 copy
Texas Quarterly 1 copy
Associated Works
Holding your eight hands; an anthology of science fiction verse (1970) — Contributor — 23 copies, 1 review
Lillabulero: Number 12, Winter 1973: A Special Issue for Paul Metcalf (1973) — Contributor — 2 copies
Led Astray by Language — Contributor — 1 copy
Vort #4, Fall 1973 — Contributor — 1 copy
Tagged
Common Knowledge
- Birthdate
- 1929-03-08
- Date of death
- 2008-03-16
- Gender
- male
- Nationality
- USA
- Birthplace
- Asheville, North Carolina, USA
- Place of death
- Highlands, North Carolina, USA
- Places of residence
- Scaly Mountain, North Carolina, USA
Yorkshire Dales, England, UK
Highlands, North Carolina, USA - Education
- Princeton University
Atelier 17
Institute of Design (Chicago)
Black Mountain College - Occupations
- publisher
poet
photographer
essayist - Relationships
- Meyer, Thomas (life partner)
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Reviews
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- Rating
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Who Is Little Enis? by Jonathan Williams
Little Enis is
"one hunnert an' 80lbs of
dynamite
with a 9-inch
fuse"
his real name is
Carlos Toadvine
which his wife Irma Jean
pronounces Carlus
Carlos says
Toadaveenie is a eyetalyun name,
used to be lots of 'em
around these parts
Ed McClanahan is the World's Leading Little Enis freak
and all this information comes from a weekend in Winston
with Big Ed telling the lore of Lexington, Kentucky,
which is where Enis has been hanging it out for years and years,
at Boot's Bar and Giuseppe's Villa and now The Embers,
pickin' and singin' rockabilly style
Carlus ain't what he was
according to Irma Jean's accounts
(and even to his own):
he was sittin' there one night in the kitchen at home
tellin' stories and talkin' trash about Irma Jean --
with her right there with her hair put up in them pink plastic curlers --
about how these days how he likes to pop it to her dog-style
just now and again and how she likes it pretty damn well
when they wander all over the house
and end up in the living room corner --
"I'm just afraid Carlus will run us out the door and down the street
opposite the automatic laundry . . ."
The 9-inch fuse hung down Enis' right leg
is called, familiarly,
Ol' Blue
Ol' Blue used to be in the pink --
way in
Blue has a head on him like a tom-cat
and ribs like a hongry hound
and he used to get so hard
a cat
couldn't
scratch it . . .
but now that Enis has the cirrhosis
and takes all these harmones
Ol' Blue just don't
stand up like a little man
and cut the mustard
anymore
but Enis will smile and say
let's all have a drink, maybe I can drown thatthere liver of ours,
it's no bigger'n a dime nohow anymore, it just floats in there . . .
Hey, Blue, let's shake that thing!
Turn loose this oldie by my boy Elvis,
a golden oldie --
let's go, Blue!
And off they go
into the wild Blue-
Grass . . .
Carlos & Blue,
thinking of you . . .
hail & farewell!… (more)